I'm going insane.
Sitting alone,
Surrounded by many.
I'm in my mind,
Jumping!
Screaming!
Shouting!
I'm in my room,
Sitting.
Emotionless and still,
Staring into the abyss.
I'm going insane.
I'm halfway there,
I just need a push,
A little nudge.
And I will explode.
I shatter,
Like glass,
No one hears me fall.
I jump off the cliff,
And land on my bed.
No guts.
All talk.
I'm going insane.
The tattoos on my skin,
They represent me.
The rage they bleed,
Quells me.
I'm stuck in a prison,
Called myself.
Save me from this fiend,
Called myself.
I'm going insane.
I can't stop.
I'm drowning in agony.
I need someone to pull me out.
Before I choke.
I can't breathe.
My lungs are full of unsaid words.
There's no room for air,
Only rue.
I'm suffocating myself,
From the inside out.
There are no bruises to be seen,
But felt.
I'm going insane.
I live in constant fear,
Of not being heard.
But then again,
My mouth is sewn shut.
Cross stitched and zipped up.
No sound is heard from me.
No one sees my barbaric yawp.
And I just stand still.
Listening to the daunting gospel,
The unseen chant around me.
I am insane.
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The Psyche Of Mine
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