End. Just end.
Stop the madness.
Stop the insanity.
Snap out of it.
Ha!
Crazy.
Insane.
Maybe.
At least a little.
Maybe not.
What is sane?
What is sanity?
Who’s to judge?
Who’s to say?
Don’t judge me.
I cut.
I smoke.
Six psychiatric meds.
Still not enough.
Does enough exist?
I cannot find it.
Boredom is agony.
Agitation, irritation.
Stuck in one place.
I want to scream.
I want to yell,
to shout out,
to tear into me,
to bleed and cry.
I usually can’t cry.
In shock.
Fight or flight.
Both together,
my yin and yang.
Always and forever.
So there it is.
That is me.
Now you know.
But you already did.
I don’t hide it.
It is who I am.
What can I do?
But share it and hope.
That others will care.
And be comforted.
Don’t feel by yourself.
If you feel crazy too.
I asked for no judgement.
I won’t judge you.
You’re never alone.
Poetry
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I am deeply touched by the emotion in this poem.
I am sorry if I talk too much, but just one more thing: You are a talented writer. I wish you to know that you are enough. No one is perfect, which is why God – who is perfect – can love us perfectly… all of us, no matter our issues, transgressions, and sin. He loves you! I just wanted you to know that.
Thank you very much for your kind words! They truly mean so much to me! 🙂