Over baked

I feel better now, I had my coffein. Tired, but without that killing headache, that was destroying me all day long.
All this shit is slowly bringing me down. One can only take so much.
Its like Im a cake. Over baked. Burning. Somebody put me out.

A thousand lives have made me colder, and I dot think I can look at this the same.

I wonder. How much does it take, so one turns in to a monster? So one goes from talking to himself and slowly creating a second, private and hiden personality, to becomeing a mixture of these personalitys, each ruthless and mean. It's so easy to throw away that little that is human in me.
I still remember the past. I still know what it was like.