Poetry;my depravity. A manic insanity

inhalation

this inhalation salvation i feel so deeply

takes hold of me,

acid through my veins

The air so clogged with the smoke of

twisted emotions

too encompassing to ignore,

so tangible its almost real

the reel i feel is like that of a movie theater

like three hundred voices in my head in a

two hundred seater

Its not hatred i feel

no its far more surreal

not sadness either

,i live in that embrace

so daily by now i know it better than my own checkered face

My problem is a problem so problematically problematic that those who hear it laugh,emphatically erratically irrationally.

they tell me:

"just give it some time,it'll all go away"

"its completely normal to feel that way"

to name but a few of the things that they say

But what do they know?They're not me and can't see,

the way that hurts so painfully to be me

"Keeps me up sometimes" is what I'll say

meanwhile its all just merged into one incredibly tedious monotonous day

So much so that i long for one final deep sigh

one final breath before i say

goodbye