No one wants a a piece of this heart

this heart is not one to be spared

to be spared is to be only one half

one half just can't compare

Compare two pieces left broken

left broken two pieces of heart

pieces of heart are just tokens

just tokens if worn apart

Worn apart like an infection

an infection that sits upon skin

skin left cold by rejection

rejection is just another sin

Another sin that wants no part

no part of being insane

insane is where lies this heart

this heart that won't play the game

Even the bones
she throws clenched
he thanks her for...

wanting to see it all
from top to bottom
sitting in the stands
smelling something rotten
leaving a nasty taste in my mouth
a moue of disappointment
under appreciating surroundings
feeling a loss of entitlement
wanted to taste it all
wanted to speak its language
wanted to experience it's thrall
felt nothing except banished
saw nothing but heartache
saw nothing but fear and pain
felt nothing in my exile
wings beating hard, here I remain

Chapter 1
No one is ever going to look at you
like you're insane, only the mirror,
as you poke faces at it, while it stares at you, projecting blame, simply declaring you insane as you stare at the back of your head, in the mirror, because even your reflection could not look you in the face, it's not disgrace, it's just an automatic response to the pain.

Chapter 2
When in a grocery store, it's clearly not sane to ask the cereal box to prove their claim of bringing joy to the day, in a Special K way, nor appropriate to argue with said box as you tightly grip it's cardboard bits and demand it kiss you on the lips with its Special K brand.
It's just not okay.

Chapter 3
When tossing pennies in the fountain with a special wish, just let said penny float to the bottom. When wanting to take back said wish, it's clearly not acceptable to strip to your tighty whiteys and yell Never *****!!! will I spend one cent on you and a useless wish then execute a perfect swan dive into three feet of water then pretend to drown while trying to rescue your wish... Insanity does not work like this! (reference the criminally insane handbook titled I Stalk You For MY Pleasure)

Chapter 4**
Love is a bottomless pit of Insanity. It's like a honey jar that attracts nothing more then a colony of ants, one or two bees, (wondering where their honey went) and a rabid badger that can't ***** off the lid. Aforementioned badger will proceed to pound said honey *** against a rock, perhaps killing an ant or two an maybe a bee, but not gaining access to the honey in a jar that looks like glass but is actually clear titanium, the best protection against Love... see?
It's easy!

it's not a question that needs to be asked everyday, it's more an observation, something that can be noted in general conversation
if when at work, where you spend a third of your life, the person that sits next to you hasn't spoken a word of their life, in three days, maybe just reach out with an
R U Okay?
because that person that sits next to you and shares a third of your life may be mute with terror of the strife that manifests in their life.
those that need to talk aren't just sitting atop a bridge or standing on a ledge or scouting crossbeams for their ropes or holding a gun to their head.
they're the ones that hide inside themselves, not sharing their day with others they are around, in most significant ways, shut down against those that share a common path everyday, but never once asked
R U Okay?
it's okay to be bogged down by your own outside influences and it's okay to be all upside in your own head but it won't be okay if you sit in the back of a funeral where you ask yourself if you should have asked if they were Okay instead.

You don't get to judge me
by my outward appearance

Unless you live inside of me
and live what I experience

You don't get to laugh at me
or shed a tear at my pain

You don't get to know me
unless you live inside my brain

You don't get to know me
unless you appreciate where I stand

You will never get to know me
by ignoring my outstretched hand