I've been saying it for a while,
But no one takes my words,
Thinking they're only hostile,
That I'm throwing stones at birds.

I've had enough.

They all think I'm okay,
Sure, that's what I said,
When will someone see past what I say,
When will they see how I've bled.

I've had enough.

You're telling me not to fall,
You're shouting my name,
Waiting for the next phone call,
Wondering if you're to blame.

I've had enough.

It's all crumbling down,
The weight of worlds on my shoulders,
I felt my spine crack,
Watched the fall of my crown,
Felt the air grow colder,
The lack breaks my back.

insanity.
a beautiful word for a mind yoU BET woUld FAIL
Insanity.
i’m clawing at a locked door. is it my mind that ails, or the wood beneath my nails?
InSanity
hot tears streak down my cheeks. are they glad, or are they sad?
InSanIty
harsh laughter crawls up my throat. am I amused, or confused?
InSanITy
my knees burn on the floor. have I knelt too long, or were these the strikes dealt?

IS IT.
insanity.

They're all singing some twisted up song,
Mayhap I've heard it before,
The people are all stomping their feet in the throng,
But not me; I'm deaf on the dance floor.

They're singing: LA DEE DA,
We ain't never gonna be bourgeois,
We ain't never gonna fit in your sick jigsaw,
We ain't never gonna follow your law.

They're all calling some famous name,
Mayhap I've said it myself,
To me, it's all the same,
All the records on that dusty shelf.

They're calling: LA DEE DA,
You ain't never gonna love my flaw,
You ain't never gonna see my ice thaw,
You ain't never gonna watch me withdraw.

They're all preaching some aimless creed,
Mayhap I'll believe it someday,
To some faith; I'd rather not plead,
Not get caught up in a loud fray.

They're preaching: LA DEE DA,
They ain't never gonna get my gist,
They ain't never gonna bind my wrist,
They ain't never gonna find a twist.

They're all trusting some useless thing,
Mayhap I bought it once,
But I'm not strung on their string,
Not like some wretched dunce.

They're trusting LA DEE DA,
Thinking it isn't the Devil's claw,
Thinking they can escape the law,
Thinking they've got it all.

Have I lost my mind?
Have I lost it all?
Is there nothing left to find?
Everything in an endless fall.

Pages blank,
No way to explain,
Long ago my sanity sank,
Bound by Fate's chain.

None left to turn to,
None left to blame,
I can't find that breakthrough,
Nothing is mine to claim.

Lost is my heart,
Lost is my love,  
Lost is my art,
Nothing left to dispose of.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Times the clock.

Crunch. Crunch. Step. Crack.
Boots in snow, to asphalt, to a broken bridge.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
High heels clamber up my back.

Tap. Tap Tip. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tip. Tap.
Echoes every drop of rain outside, mayhap?

Clock timing my demise from the sky to the ground, to the floor beneath your stiletto heels, the pain washed away by the sound of rain, so numb so as not to even feel the water trickle down.