Thoughts, Poems, And Depression

Insanity

Insanity isn't an emotion
It's a state of mind
Or so they say

I found a way to hide
To keep it my little secret
But I'm slowly losing control
And I'm tempted to let it slip

"Who are you?"
How I wish I could tell the truth
But if I told you
Would you still love me?
Or would you turn away just like the rest?

Insanity
It is a trick
A state of mind
And a heart's painful cry
Insanity
"It can't be that bad"
But if only you knew

Because insanity holds a knife
And that knife is aimed at you

(As you can see, my poems are getting longer. If you can call this a poem. I'm not entirely sure what this is really. I mean, it looks like a poem. {And the song above is just a song that I thought was pretty. It doesn't really go along with what goes on in this chapter.} Anyways, I guess you could consider this something like they were talking to someone they loved about the fact that they felt that were losing their minds, or at least losing control of their thoughts and feelings and they were slowly killing themselves over it. I dunno, think what you want. I just through this together after reading song lyrics. Yeah, I know, you probably think I'm weird for getting am idea from song lyrics, but oh well.)