Insanity

You feel insane,
You know your insane.
You try to ignore the voices in your head,
Because you don’t want to do what they say to do.
You could hurt people.
When you finally give into the voices they quite down
But you know
They will never be gone.
This drives you to cutting,
To drugs,
It calms them down.
When your finally caught you tell them,
They lock you up for awhile,
But the voices don’t fade,
So you decide to lie and say they have,
When you get out you have had enough.
You go to your room,
One last time,
You look in the mirror,
To see the insane person you have become,
Then just like that,
You slice your wrist, 
And pop the sleeping meds,
And lay down.
When you finally die,
You feel free.
Free for the grasp of insanity

Reviews

[Laura Harrison]

This poem describes how I used to feel, some people just hate the person they see in the mirror. Great write :)

[David]

That was amazing, you nailed exactly how I used to feel a long time ago it really spoke to me great job kido :P

[Frieda P]

Wow, disturbing read....very affecting, you nailed that feeling that so many have.