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INSANITY I sit here
Looking at my dagger
The sharpness of the blade
And the dry blood spattered on it
My blood.
Why was I so weak?
Now my life is worse
Everyone thinks I’m suicidal- or worse-
Crazy. Nuts. Loony.
Insane.
I tell them – They’re wrong
But they’re fucking deaf
Cause they keep laughing and staring
Starting more rumors as they talk
About me behind my back
I’m alone now
Even my conscience has left me
So I’m left to just float through life
Day by day
Hour by hour
Minute by minute
The clock burns my eyes
Laughing – knowing
That I’m all alone
And that it has the power
To stop
And make my life Hell.
This one reminds me of the time of Nov. which brought about a big argument. Those days have come and gone but where we were at that time, nothing ever changes. Everything seems to repeat itself and it gives me an idea of wanting to end up dead sooner or later. This is a good poem. ^^