Remember me, my friend? The one you teased in front of your friends, the one who helped you through all your tough times, the one who reassured you when everyone had left you...I thought you wouldn't remember.

We used to be quite the pair. Always pranking, and stealing, and getting into all sorts of trouble. We were unstoppable. But, little did I know, that you were only using me. Every time I took the fall for you, you would laugh behind my back, enjoying how you had my brain in the palm of your hands. And, my brain would obey. Every command you made, every thought you wished, I was forced to do it. And when I finally rebelled, you left me.

You had no more use for me. Me, the one who helped you through every rough time you ever went through. Me, who listened to your every command. I didn't try to stick around, but you kept coming back. Begging with me, pleading to take you back.

And I, being the fool again, took you back. And then, it was back to the same old routine. Except, this time, I was afraid. Afraid that you would leave me with no explanation, no note or letter or poem helping me understand. So, I played right into your hands.

Your filthy, dirty hands. I obeyed more than ever, worried about losing you as my friend. My brain was working on overtime, helping you with everything you desired. It slowly started to wear away, until it was the size of a walnut.

And when I tried to explain this to you, you stomped and squashed it even more. At last, my brain was at its breaking point. And when it broke, I knew you'd leave. I knew you'd find some excuse and run away, like the coward you are.

And run you did. Straight into jail. I was happy, satisfied even, that you'd no longer bother me. But something nagged at the back of my worn out mind. Your last words. You promised you'd be back for me, and I couldn't help feeling a little giddy that you cared.

And when you got out of prison, you did come back for me. But not in the way I was thinking. You cuffed me, forcing me to work as your slave. But all cuffs have a weakness.

And when I finally broke away from you, leaving you in the dust, it was too late. My brain was already worn and tired.

And this time, I tried to fix it, but it just wouldn't work. But I know the only person who can fix it is you, but I don't want to go near you. For fear of you wearing my brain down even more.

And so, I cry tears. Tears from a worn out brain.