Grasping onto the last bit of sanity I own.
Trying to find safety in this place, but I can't.
This isn't home.
Home is the place I want to be.
Not in the debris of yet another battle.
I need the clarity lacking from this life.
The calm after the hurricane is what I long for.
The breath of true life is what I need.
The touch of someone who cares.
That's nowhere to be seen in this place.
The sanity I desperately hold on to in hopes it might fix me.
But I'm not broken. No broken toys here.
Just a different model than the rest.
The madness I call my thoughts are what push me.
Push me to believe that I am never going to change.
I can live with that.
There's method to my insanity.
There's no need for sympathy.
For I'm the monster under your bed.
I'm ready to take your life.
I'm ready to poison you with my wicked tongue.
Give you a taste of real insanity.
Rip the life out of you and replace it with the darkness of mine.
These broken promises held above your head,
Like blood dripping from these open wounds.
You think I'm crazy? I do too.
The one difference, I know what I'm capable of, you don't.
I could take your final breath from your body and not feel a thing.
You've left me numb.
Cold to the very core.
