Jan 2018
As I think my thoughts get crazy,
And the clouds roll over the sky in my mind.
My dreams will get hazy,
Deep and undefined.
I cry my tears of sorrow,
I bleed my blood of shame.
My voice is laced with fear,
Lurking, creeping in my brain.
I don't know what I'm thinking,
Or the path I took to get that far.
My musing becomes quite,
A broken string on a guitar.
Just a little off,
And never sounds quite right.
Strange and rather lonely,
Like a solo wolf chorus at night.
Shivers down my spine,
At the thought of my own insanity
How could I think that thinking
Could be such a thoughtful calamity?
And the clouds roll over the sky in my mind.
My dreams will get hazy,
Deep and undefined.
I cry my tears of sorrow,
I bleed my blood of shame.
My voice is laced with fear,
Lurking, creeping in my brain.
I don't know what I'm thinking,
Or the path I took to get that far.
My musing becomes quite,
A broken string on a guitar.
Just a little off,
And never sounds quite right.
Strange and rather lonely,
Like a solo wolf chorus at night.
Shivers down my spine,
At the thought of my own insanity
How could I think that thinking
Could be such a thoughtful calamity?
Throwback to eighth grade when I thought I was edgy but in reality it made my English teacher send me to the counselor because the rest of the class wrote about happiness and rainbows.
(15/F/Minnesota)
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