This madness within has driven me to
loneliness;
but perhaps, it is the loneliness that drove me to
madness.

My imagination is still that of a young child
When I jog down the sidewalk
I'm the flash running faster then time
When I pick up a toy sword
I'm a Jedi
When I go swimming I'm a deep sea diver
Exploring the ocean floor
Some may think it's childish or immature
But the imagination is never meant to die
In my imagination I can do anything I would ever want to do
If I go on a hike I'm in the Himalaya's seeing the highest elevation on earth
This is my imagination

she was not broken like the rest of us
her brokenness was all her own
and she didn't know what was scarier-
                                                        ­ being different or being alone.

"You're really good at poetry!"

*"ha, I'm good at romanticizing toxic situations"

"I can see my door, my bed, my window, my chair, and my table.

"I can feel my spine against the wall, my feet against the floor, my jaw tightly shut, and my fingernails buried in my arms.

"I can hear the wind coming in from the open window, my heartbeat rapidly thumping, and that familiar voice in my head, shouting once again.

"I can smell the dampness of the ground outside as the breeze carries it to my room, and the sickly sweet odor from the soap used on my hands.

"I can ******* blood spilling from the bite in my lip; my last harsh reminder that
        I
        am      
        still
        alive.