A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

My Mind

I'm an intelligent human being.
I make more sense when I'm screaming.
I have long since stopped dreaming.
But I like to delude myself when I'm thinking.
I don't like it when I'm breathing,
But I like it when I'm bleeding.


 I think I'm kind of odd.
I think that sets you off.
I think, I think, I think,
Until I find myself standing on the brink.
Between my normal life
And losing the fight.


 The loneliness calls to me.
Beckons and crawls to me.
It's a living thing that won't let me be.
It's a living thing that no one else can see.
The demons in my head, I can count three
Named after me.


 I'm counting more now,
Named after her now.
Enough to drag me down.
So far down I won't be found.
When you try, I don't want to be around.
Cause I don't want you to find out.


 I'm a little crazy.
My memory's a little hazy.
I can't recall the days
Before she was caught in her ways.
But I remember what I used to say.
Lying for her made me crazy.


 They always told me I was smart.
But now I think they meant I was falling apart.
Cause there's a wound on my heart
That never quite scarred.
They called my mind a work of art.
But now, from this life, I just want to depart.