I feel the urge to find
My old blood-letting knife
Every time something goes wrong.
I talk to myself
And I can hear myself responding
Even when everyone's looking.
I hear things
When all is completely silent
And don't know where these voices come from.
My mind slowly deteriorates
As I drift ever further away
From what is known as civil human behavior.
I want to scream more often than speak
Whenever I feel that creature called anger
Give birth inside my chest.
My appearance has become deranged,
My smile scares more than comforts
Because I cannot control myself.
Like my slippery mind,
I've become hard to hold onto
And am easily lost.
Nobody wants to pick my pieces up
Because I'm so far gone
That I can't be saved.
All that's left to do is to lock me away
From their sight
So as not to frighten themselves with a glimpse of insanity.
So in the darkness I stay,
Away from the cure,
Forever trapped with myself.
I may just find a way
To hurt myself even more
Now that no one is able to watch me.
Author notes
I've been on the brink of insanity anyway, so here's my best shot at the moment!
A contest entry
- thorugh the eyes of madness by completely mad.
600 points, ended July 2, 2008, 32 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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this was amazing...it was everything I was looking for...fav words Whenever I feel that creature called anger
Give birth inside my chest.
thanks for entering -
whooaaa child,,dnt hurt ur self and DEFINATELY dont cross thaat brink...im not the most stable person on earth rite now eitha.... on the other hand..i like this isane poem lol
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