I Talk To Myself a Lot

I talk to myself to keep my peace of mind You call me crazy, but I need this time I talk to myself a lot, having inner discussions in order to grow I talk to myself a lot, what I have to say you don't always need to know Birds in a cage can't fly I keep a lot to myself but I put Words on a page that rhyme take a look at all of the Hurt and the rage I provide Then you'll see why I flirt with different babes every night I fight depression daily, I'm not sure of my life plans I've been hurt by love so much, I can only commit to one night stands I miss Chantal, but at the time I wasn't the right man When I was down and out, not one person would provide hands I have nightmares over my past and wake up in sweats Battled suicidal thoughts, and had a brush with death Overdosed on pills at 17, Woke up In hospital later My mind is tortured, there isn't an obstacle greater I barely leave the house, Anxiety won't allow me Cried so much, my own tears could drown me I've always longed for the hug my parents didn't give me How can I be alone, when I have depression living with me? I try to capture every word so they won't want to turn the page over Anxiety forces me to replay my mistakes over Bad memories, like me crying as a kid and my parents didn't even notice I write to survive, I just hope I rhyme well enough to be considered a decent poet I talk to myself and see where my pen takes me Do I spend too much time trying to be like Slim shady? Having inner discussions, at the table with a pad and pen is my regular spot You might call me crazy, because I talk to myself a lot