It's Okay, I'm Crazy Too

It’s 3 am.

I am alone.

I watch the swings sway back and forth

Like a pendulum,

Swinging by the remaining seconds of my life.

I am alone.

I walked here.

There is no one around but I don’t mind.

I sit here and try to mend the gashes in my mind.

I feel myself being pulled into them.

I am sucked within my own blood, my own body.

Here, I swim alone.

Here,

I am alone.

The sky falls on top of me and I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

There is some way out; I just have to find it.

 My feet go through the grass, through the mud, into nowhere.

That’s how I like it.

I am alone.

I am the center of this earth.

Deep in the underground, this is where I am born again.

I feel the dirt around me, in me, making me impure.

Every movement touches me here.

Suddenly, I lift from the ground, through the dirt and grime,

And I am alive.

And I am alone.

I sit on these swings and wish I knew where my house is.

I am lost.

Don’t ask about me,

I won’t answer.

No one knows about the watch I always have.

I want to know the precise second that I die.

What use will I have of it?

I am alone.

No one will notice if I slip that noose around my neck.

No one will know if I take a few more pills than necessary.

No one will worry if I go missing for several hours.

Or days.

I understand.

I am only me, and I have blood pouring from my scalp.

What is happening to me?

Wake me up and take me away.

Who are you talking to?

I am alone.

I stand and walk over to that swaying swing.

I don't stop staring until dawn.

Reviews

[GTVile]

Wow, you carry your point across excellently here. Its dark, mysterious, and you drive the point home in the closing thirteen lines. Very good.

[Alicia Schroeder]

Very deep release of sadness, great write