How easy would it be to fall over the edge of crazy?
I already imagine voices of people watching me
Write stories of magic in my mind
See patterns of green lights before I go to sleep
Curl on the couch, gripping my head- too much goes on up there
Think about you accidentally running me over if I stand by the driveway
Think about my heart stopping while I sleep
Think about the million ways to die
                        How I will no longer exist from that point forward
What would happen if I just forgot to remind myself it’s all in my head?

Standing paralyzed on the cusp of crazy, it seems all too easy to fall over the edge.