Everyday, I go mad. Insane. Unhinged. This place it drives me mad. Pulling the roots of my hair, trying to breath through the pores, but I sink instead, all the time. I go mad, a little, but always. Mad. Insane. This place makes me mad. I'm clothed but already mad. I'm sinking to the floor because I'm going mad. I'm wandering because I feel mad. Everytime, mad. Anything, mad.
This place is a mad house. Unstable. Unsteady. Madness. Happiness that fleets like the wind, sadness that always returns, excruciating pain that burns from within, easily replaced by laughter, and I'm left wondering how to act, smile or cry, run or stay, help or watch, I never know what to do, so instead I go mad.
I go mad, not an understatement or an exaggeration, but a fact, because I go mad, always. Noise, chaos, a mad house and I go mad.
Everyday, I go mad.
--- 8:41pm, 5, May, 2022
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
