The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall

Crazy Hour

I'm on the edge of my brand new discovery.

I've found out what people like you do to me.

I've now realised why I think of you like this. 

And it's not because I'm cynical.

It's because you turned me into this monster.

Chasing away my sanity, vanity, clarity.

Asking me, telling me, what to do.

I try to run but you're right behind me,

Pulling me back into my insanity sanctuary.

You people drag me straight back to me hating me.

I'm going crazy looking for every pretty escape.

I want an hour without the crazy things I am.

I used to breathe. Now all I do is bleed out.

The whole thing is breaking me.

I'm breathing in toxic gas and I can't stop.

I'm always just losing, cruising, excusing.

What can I,  what do I, say now.

I move on but it's in the back of my mind,

I'm up high, hanging on the words of my past.

You people are scarring me. It's like I'm not really here.