I'm the life of the party;
No, not a party you expect.
A party where all the guests are very much dead;
Dead off overdoses but high on the lasting feeling.
Drinking vodka out of cracked china cups;
Replacing the lack of blood with alcohol.
Our only decorations are our hearts;
No longer beating but important just as much.
Soulless eyes and brain dead minds;
These are the parties I attend and well, everyone's invited.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
