never once did i think

never once did i notice

never once did it cross my mind

not once did i think i was crazy

you wanna know what's really crazy?

the amount of wicked on this earth, the amount of pain a child can endure, the amount of suffering animals are brought upon, the sheer destruction of my beautiful mother earth, race on race terrization

but when i feel i want to be alone or lie in the bed with the covers over my head for days on end, when i cry or flip out over small things, when i let people in just to hurt them, when i choose not to go to church, but talk about the demons i've seen
their is something wrong with me

that's what's crazy