You push I pull.
You run I walk.
I scream you whisper.
I cry you laugh.
I'm hurt your angry.
I'm losing my sanity.
One step forward and two back.
The noose on my neck no longer is slack.
I try and you leave. You come back and I grieve.
With you its hell, but I can not tell what the definition of "healthy" is anymore.
What happened to me. I want to be set free, but the one that I trust keeps me here.
What about the past when we would both laugh and when sad wipe away each others tears.
And here I sit with an invisible rope around my neck and an open door in front of me.
Do I run into a unknown day or stay and decay.
Still in love with what we used to be.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
