In the glossy reflections of her red nail varnish my world is summed up into a distortion of curvaceous figures and shapes. My worlds, real and imaginary, align in devotion as I recede deeper into the crevices of insanity. I am crazy, despite their reassurances. For her I want to be crazy. I don't mind being crazy. I like being crazy. For her.
Schizophrenia.
There is hope for me if I lose my way. But if I'm lost inside my own mind, stuck inside my own head, what can I do?
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5 comments:
what a nice thought. 0.0 and so scary
I think I lost my sleep :(
Osheen- scary and torturous too :D I missed the '55' cupcakes, how were they?
Furqan- da supreme power of MY wurdzz?
Nurkkk you must watch this def jam poetry I have discovered. Hard to digest at first but then it just becomes AMAZINGGGGGG.
They were good! And the bonbons too. the bonbons were especially amazing. :|
Lead me to this life-changing poetry! Where may I find it?
Bonbons? Like chocolate biscuits bonbons? ):
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