I'm a stranger in my own mind
I can't tell left from right, up from down
Or right from wrong
The pain and dripping of blood isn't helping anymore
What do I have left?
The agony of splitting skin no longer moves me
Providing no comfort in loss of bliss
My mind whirls in crazy tandem
Not knowing rhyme or reason
Thought process crumbles
As everything runs together in a mishmash of cruelty and pain
Blood dries too fast, barely leaving the wound
Needing to be reopened with a fresh slice of a blade
What once was around is no longer
Hate and loneliness fills the void
The drawing of blood the only way left
To feel alive
Ambiguous reason
Spare me your dirty looks
And unwanted words
Your scorn and disgust humor me
For what do you know of emptiness?
Your talk insanity flatters me
Let's see you live in my head for a day
Wonder if you make that last slash
Or come out unscathed
I highly doubt it
For only I can be
A stranger in my mind
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Musings of an Anxious Mind
PoetryA small book made up of poetry I've written throughout the years ~ 20+ years ~ I'll be adding them as I find them, since I didn't get them all typed up like I'd wanted, and I'm being lazy about getting them up as I keep bouncing from project to pro...
