It's Time to Say Goodbye

So, I have an unhealthy amount of pieces written about CMD (Crazy Man Disorder...lookitup).

It's Time to Say Goodbye
Who's talking to me? There's no one here
If they all had to leave, why are you still near?
You don't have a face, a body to shake
how do I get you to go? I don't need you around any more
You're a fictitious, malicious villain living in my head
I can't take it any more, I want you dead.

Does this make you happy? Yeah?
You must be crazy.
A Psychopath if you'd ask me. But you never do.

Whispers of lies
sever the contact
between my conscious
and my conscience

What have you done what have I done what have we done?
I don't deserve this.
I don't deserve you.
It's time for you to go.