We are all only visitors in this odd place, we are all only here for a short time. so, tbh. there is truely no point. i shouldnt still be here. why am i alive? oh, yeah, i forgot. my family holds me a hostage inside of my body, inside of my head. they say, "youre so young, smart and intellegent and beautiful. why waste that?"
But they are lying to me.
just like all of my friends have...
just like i lie to myself.
im getting help but this feeling will never go away. a dark cloud circles over me. but poetry and venting hug that cloud and turn it into a rainbow for a few seconds. but i favor that feeling and i keep writing until i can write no more. awake for yet another 72 hours straight, i fear im going insane.
its funny how people say "your life is short, live it."
although the person saying that is still alive. they dont know if life can last beyond the barriers. they dont know all the answers.
they dont know if we can still perservere after death..
and dear god, i hope we cant. i cannot wait until i fall out of this hellhole...
YOU ARE READING
I'm Insane
Poetry**TRIGGER WARNING** this is a vent about my shitty life, enjoy :))
