Got so many problems in my head
Continuously living, but I feel dead
Tellin' me to be happy but I feel dread
Maybe I should roll over and go back to bed

People are sick, twisted in their minds
All of our souls trapped in the binds
Falling apart as the string unwinds
I'm hunted by demons of all different kinds

Some made of anger, some made of hope
Some come out swing after one puff of dope
I can't tell, how deep is this *****?
I keep on trying but there's no way to cope

With this disease, rotting my brain
Help me please, I think I've gone insane
Collecting the pieces that remain
All while keeping my heartbreak contained

Hey ***** you want a poem?
About something that makes **** worse than yours?
How about a life experience in which I am sure you have yet to endure.

Sure your hubby drank, sure he hit you once or twice
So why the **** don't you leave him? How is that for advice?
At least your problem can be solved, your complications are done
But there isn't a way out of everything, at least not this one
My father, he is dying... A man I truly love
And I am watching silently as he remarks about the ones above
But there is no god, no savior now
And my only remark to you is, are you happy now?

Her flesh is but paper
His teeth like a pen
Marking up her hips and thighs
What'll happen to us then?

She is kind of crazy
He is just too calm
But when she loses sanity
He pulls her back into his grip and gives a kiss to her palm

She begins to cry, always breaking down
He holds her, even when annoyed
As she begins to drown

She keeps slipping from him
But doesn't realize he is beginning to lose his grip
She is making a big mistake
*Because she will lose him if she slips

Never will you prove to me
That she is not as they make her out to be
You are wrong, you are blind
Trying to make the past unwind
How is it that you defend
How is it, you just pretend
That she is in a victim stance
When everyone else batters you with their rants
She's a *****, a ******* *****
But you don't care about what's in store
She tries to pull you from my grip
When I wish to help, I trip
Falling for your soft eyes
And watching as you fall into her lies.
But you are mine and I am yours
And you can't see her behind closed doors...

Remember young rabbit,
**Run for your life, for the world is cruel.

He is my guardian angel
And I, his little devil.
He is my night in shining armor
And I, his soft voiced siren.
He is my cupid
And I, his poisoned apple.
He is my superhero
And I, his crazed villain.
But through all of these examples, he was raised in the light.
And I was raised in the dark.
But with no ease, his inner heart is too strong.
Singing me as he attempts to rip me from the grips of the shadows.
My flesh burning for I have never touched the light....

How many poems until I can feel like I'm sane?