she speaks of you
like you put the
stars in her sky,
and then ripped them out
one by one.

I think the worst pain is when your heart is reaching out for someone's who isn't reaching back

There are days
when I feel so lost
and consumed within
the darkness of my
own thoughts that I
wonder if I'll ever find
my way out at all.

These destructive thoughts are a calamity
Driving my mind to the brink of insanity
**** this
Oops, excuse the profanity

But this is the last of this thing called sanity
I can no longer be part of humanity
I am now so far from sane
My thoughts are simply not humane

Not quite sure what made things this way
Maybe the RedBull made my brain grow wings and it flew away
I don't really have much to say
This poem really has no point anyway

Maybe it's to clear my mind out
.
.
.
I am the most sane inhumane insane humane person, no doubt.