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How many times can I write a "break up" poem? Screaming into my empty pages, "This is it,                   I'm finally                                       DONE. "  I still don't leave, though, Of course I don't. Is this what its like to be crazy? You're the only place I know.          Am I insane? Whos to say? If you ask me, I wasnt always this way. I'm almost sure of it. But if I'm insane, how would I even tell? For all I know, I could be in an asylum right now, rocking back and forth in a corner, just talking to myself. How would I even know? Could I even guess? The terrifying part is, I wouldn't. Crazy people never realize they are crazy, Do they? So maybe none of this is real. ... ...Maybe HE'S not real... Maybe we never fell in love, never had our child, never planned our future together. But that was all before the abuse.                        ...The abuse.....                          Was that even real? I'm not sure anymore...    Maybe it wasnt. Maybe, we never even met. Well if thats the case, and we never met, I guess thats good. Because never meeting me, is what you told me you wished for, right?                     ...Or...                     I don't  know. Did you?
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Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 7:16 AM UTC
Asylum
How many times can I write a "break up" poem? Screaming into my empty pages, "This is it,                   I'm finally                                       DONE. "  I still don't leave, though, Of course I don't. Is this what its like to be crazy? You're the only place I know.          Am I insane? Whos to say? If you ask me, I wasnt always this way. I'm almost sure of it. But if I'm insane, how would I even tell? For all I know, I could be in an asylum right now, rocking back and forth in a corner, just talking to myself. How would I even know? Could I even guess? The terrifying part is, I wouldn't. Crazy people never realize they are crazy, Do they? So maybe none of this is real. ... ...Maybe HE'S not real... Maybe we never fell in love, never had our child, never planned our future together. But that was all before the abuse.                        ...The abuse.....                          Was that even real? I'm not sure anymore...    Maybe it wasnt. Maybe, we never even met. Well if thats the case, and we never met, I guess thats good. Because never meeting me, is what you told me you wished for, right?                     ...Or...                     I don't  know. Did you?
#confused#lost#unknown#reality#unreality#crazy
Brok3nGirl
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Brok3nGirl
29/F/Vancouver BC
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 7:16 AM UTC
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