Three in a room.


I hate you both.

I was fine before you,

Back when I was singular,


Now I'm no longer me, I'm we.

Everyday is worse and I miss the past.

Your concerns concern me?


When did the spear in you begin to make me bleed?

No. I don't need you.

Get out!


I can't.

Without you I don't exist.

When I separate from you I fade away.


I am we

I need we.

It's been so long since I was me.

The me got inverted.

I love you.


I don't understand.

One hates two.

Two loves one.

One is selfish,

And the other is weak.

Who is right?

Who is wrong?

Doesn't matter.

I'm in this room alone.