Not your good crazy.
Self-absorbed.
Selfish.
Stubborn.
Won’t trust, won’t trust, won’t trust.
**** your “help”
**** your advice,
I can do it on my own.

Start stop.
Start stop.
Start stop.

Hide the pills,
hide the bottles,
hide the truth,
lie and lie and lie,
it’s easy, it’s bred into me.
It’s exhausting but
I will run myself to the ground,
because I can.

Not your good crazy.
Wallow and dwell
in my hole
I’ve made home sweet home.
Glorify and hate this state
all at once,
make it a part of my identity.

Crave the labels,
crave the bad,
crave the harmful,
crave the instability,
crave the things that hurt.

What’s hurt to me, anyway?

Not your good crazy.
Not interested in Better,
not interested in Useful,
not interested In Practical,
not interested in Good,
not interested in Recovery.
Not the way you mean.

It’s all a game to me.

Not your good crazy.
What state will you find me in?
It’s a mystery to all of us,
I aim to confuse,
Aim for Anti-hero.
Angel or Devil,
All or None,
you can’t pin me down.

Not your good crazy.