Have you had enough, Brain Damage?
Because I think you’ve got it all,
there is no part of my life you haven’t fucked up for me.
You fuck up my memory,
but leave enough to remind me
how much better things were.
You hijack me at every turn,
turning simple decisions into fucking torture sessions,
beating the shit out of my mind.
I tried to get along with you, remember?
I thought we could co-exist
but you had to have everything, you selfish fuck.
You confused the hell out of me,
made me confusing to everyone else,
and then fucked up my ability to sort any of it out.
You turned me into an outsider,
just normal enough for people to forget about you,
you sick, diabolical fucker.
Introducing you to others was no help.
You fucking creeped them out,
then hid and blamed it on me.
I don’t know why I stood up for you,
saying things like, “I’m a better person now.”
That’s a lie and you fucking know it.
I try to tell myself I’ve come a long way,
but you’re always out in front,
showboating and making me look fucking pathetic.
You replaced close friends with distant admirers,
then hijacked my efforts to win them back.
You are a twisted, sadistic fucker.
And you don’t let up.
What I wouldn’t give for relief,
just for one fucking second.
Fuck you, too, Brain Damage.