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 Nov 2015 Mercy B
Miguela shine
You know
Every time you put me down
I find a reason to prove you wrong
You see
When I look at myself with pride
You call me ugly, I used to believed you
Yet now
Your words fall upon deaf ears
Its not what your called, but what you answer to
Yet now
I begin
To think
Could you be saying these things to build me up. Taking me off the rugged, unstable, tower I was trying to build
Or are you truly and simply just mean...
Could you be saying I'm ugly to help me find my own self worth? Not relying on societies false hopes
Or are you as Narcissistic as you seem...
Could you, I sadly say, simply be telling me the truth that I refuse to hear
Or are you lying to me to keep me where you want me
You know
*I really don't
Are they really your friend. I feel like she is. Yet actions prove otherwise
I am living in a personal hell.
I burn brightest when nights are darkest.
I suffer in silence, because
It is too hard for me to show my emotions.
I don't want anyone to worry about me,
Because my bleeding emotions is always mine.
Now my heart is fragile.
I whisper,
How long must i suffer in silence?
I think it is too much.
I am always at war, with
My own thoughts and hopes.
I have come to the end.
Now i can feel the death's hands envelope my neck.
Slowly, i am loosing my breath.
I will miss my depression.
I will miss crying in the shower.
I will miss the voices.
I will miss my sufferings in silence.
I am slowly progressing but advancing nevertheless.
Ah!
It is over.
I am fine,
it is the easier term for you to hear,
And to think everything is fine.
Depression
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
Mari
Insanity
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
Mari
Those who Dance to the Music are
considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it.

But are we not all insane?
Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death?
Are we not all behind the same wall?

We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it.
Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming.

I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it.
So they stare and judge.

Probably.
Of course, we're absolutely mental.
We're mad.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are those who think they're normal.

Yet they send us to mental institutions.

Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters.
We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized
they were inside of us.
We're all monsters.
No avoiding it.
To be honest I didn't come up with this on my own. This is a note written between me and a friend of mine. Thank you Sam for willingly having thought provoking conversations with me!
I'm trying out the hashtag thing. Not sure if I did it right. Oh well.
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
xie
Insanity.
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
xie
sanity*
the only thing that I have
and the only thing that I lost
but insanity has gave
a new life for a beast
it swallowed me whole
and now I crave for it to rule

a.v.
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
Yasha Harkness
Sometimes you think
you are going insane
flinching from the sink
though it is most mundane.
You could swear that
you had seen
a strange shimmer,
a reflection, or a gleam.
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
Bri
Insanity
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
Bri
"Don't let madness corrupt you." A wise man once said, but it is impossible not to be corrupted when you're as dark as insanity itself.
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
XIII
Insanity
 Oct 2015 Mercy B
XIII
Does insanity knows it is insanity?
No, only sanity knows.
Think about it.
You are the stars that lite my path when I walk.
You are the sun that warms my back on a cold day.
You are the wind that cools me when I am overheated.
You are the Love that reveals true Hope to me daily.
You are the air that I breathe to so that I may live.
You are the counselor that speaks wisdom to my heart.
For you are the source that's gives me all that I desires.
For there is none other that loves me as much as you do.
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