My Thoughts In Poetry

Crazy

You continuously look at me that way.

You look at me as if I've lost my mind.

Maybe I have.

You say I've spaced out? Mumbled things that make no sense?

Oh don't worry about that. It'll all make sense in time.

I'm scaring you?

Oh sorry, I didn't mean to.

You say I'm pale? Im skinnier than usual? You're worried that I haven't eaten?

Don't worry, I haven't eaten in months, I'm used to it.

I'm not healthy? You say I keep fainting? Oh, and crying continuously?

Don't worry, I'm okay. I've dealt with this for years.

You say I'm crazy? That the scars all along every inch of my flesh are not normal? That the sick smiles I give are creepy? That I'm not the person you met so long ago? That I've changed ever since the day my heart was shattered?

I couldn't agree more. Heartbreak took its toll on me. Now I seem crazy to the outside world. I seem as if I've gone insane. I'm sane, perfectly normal. Don't call me crazy - I'm not.

All my friends have left me? My family did too? I look insane? On the verge of death?

I'm not insane. I told you that. Stop calling me that. Heartbreak took its toll on me, I told you that! Look, now I'm crying again! It's all your fault! I hate you! Get out of here!

Everyone has left me? Nobody cares?

Great. But still, I'm not insane, I'm not crazy.

The girl didn't realize that her simple heartbreak caused her to stop living. She stopped talking to people, it was all in her mind. Her 'friends' were fake. Her real ones left after she pushed them away. She went insane. She didn't leave her room, ever. Nobody took notice to the girl as she one day died in the room. Nobody took notice to the person who had so many secrets, so much heartache, the person who only needed a friend to be there for her. So she died in that room, some believe she drowned in her own tears, others believe that she committed suicide... But nobody, nobody, ever checked. They left her there. They left her to rot in that room, where you can still faintly hear her cries and pleads for help. Her howls of pain. But nobody ever draws nearer to the room, to enter the room is forbidden, in fear that she is still there. That she may still be insane, crazy.

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Hey everyone!

I hoped you liked it, I decided to go a bit creepy because... Why not?

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I love you all weirdos!

Thank you very much, fellow weirdos,
Rosa Vazquez☺