Why do you invade the crevices of my mind?
Isn't it time for you to make your exit?
You have clearly overstayed your welcome.
Those deep dark spaces, the ones it takes years to seep into, you found your way in a matter of days.
But it's time for you to go.
I don't want you there.
You don't belong there.
I let you in, foolishly, thinking I could save you.
But you need to save yourself.
And instead you drag me down with you.
Who's gonna save me now?
You're long gone.
At least physically.
The rest of you lives in me, in the crevices of my mind.
You have laid out a lawn chair with a beer in hand.
You're here to stay.
As long as I let you.