Am I going crazy
The worst dream I've had yet
He was bleeding
And so was she
Head nearly decapitated
With nothing left
Blood everywhere
Voices gone
They can no longer hurt me
Gone for good
Or so I thought
It was merely a dream
Not real at all
Normally called a bloody nightmare
But not for me
That was a pleasant dream
The real nightmare is reality
Always defying my logic
And I'm the crazy one
No one understands
The death that goes on inside my head
Blood everywhere
Like fuzzy puppies
Only better
I'm fine I say
But no one believes me
They say I'm crazy
Insane
I belong in an institution
There's nothing wrong
But that's a lie
Nothing will ever be okay
Not until he's dead and gone
Then I'll be perfect
Not crazy at all
But somehow I know
I maybe am insane
After all
Maybe it's me who needs to die
And not him
Maybe I'm the one
Causing him misery
And not the other way around
But I can say nothing
I am speechless
Without a purpose in life
Is it me?
Or am I really insane?
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The Reject Chronicles
PoetryA series of poems that pop into my twisted mind. This is the 2nd installment of The Friendship Chronicles!