People will tell you and tell you again,
You're crazy.
You're insane.
Why are you the way that you are?
I'll educate you.
I'm crazy because my mind does not know what normal is. It's a rollercoaster of the unknown and the curious. It's an unfinished book containing heartbreak, sadness, and feeling empty.
I'm insane because despite what I've been through I don't want your pity. When I say that I feel empty inside I'm not being dramatic. For once, once in my life,
I'm telling the truth.
Why am I the way I am?
Because twisted mind-boggling people like you made me this way.
What's the method behind my madness? I don't have one. My madness?
It's not madness.
It's a torture chamber within my mind that begs hell to pay.
I'm a prisoner to my own jail, my own government. Because after you brought me down to my blackest place,
I started telling myself that I was mad, too.
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Breathe
PoetryThis is basically going to be a contemplation of poems and quotes made by me. It's about anything....life, love, heartbreak,sadness, anger, jealousy, relationships, fear etc. I'll just randomly choose topics and write about them. I write pretty freq...
