Self Talk

It hurts doesn't it? I can see you're in pain...How about a little pitch to staunch the wounds? A fire to temper your weak soul...What a lively heart it must have been...Oh, don't lie like that...How pathetic you are. Are those tears? Why are you crying? So weak. Don't choke like that. Really, how sad can you be...? So much for steel-willed...Oh stop shaking, no one is around to watch, you know. Everyone cares about you, but you'll never let them see you cry, will you? Such annoying bluthering you have...Shall I kick you? I think I shall...Oh come now. That didn't even hurt. As if curling up will help...Tch. You're such a waste. I'm leaving...You bore me, useless fool.