“Write down how you feel".
“It would help" they said
“I'll be here if you need me"
They lied
I did write and I did feel
I felt my mind bursting at the seams
Seemingly deeming fit that it was tired of it's confines
The words...
They came tumbling out of my head into the paper dipped with an ink so red it looked like blood
Show your pauses mark your words
“Grace the world with the clear madness that goes on in your head"
They encouraged me and then they disposed of me
Pity how I was the slaughtered one
Words words words
All mixed up tossed around given meaning
All without the authors permission
But then again it was all a mad house wasn't it?
You may or may not understand what I've put forth
But know this, the last of these words would mark the end of this madness
