i am
an abundance of mass
a glob of tasteless matter
destructivly silent
my chaos likes chatter

mumbling tumbling words in my head
toppled over one another
emotions kick each other dead

inner thoughts are attempted murders
crimes against myself
logic speaks but they havent heard her
i plead that you save yourself

there are tiny workers inside my mind
they chip away at my normality
my fight with them is blind
pick axes gouge me with brutaility

there is only so much of me left
where is my god, my mercy
morally this carnage is theft
my own exsistence a controversy

mental illness's mental workers
climb around my brain
but if I ever told you that
you'd think I'm more insane