Insanity

Have you ever wandered the still lands of insanity?
Ever walk across broken glass for fun?
Ever feel like ripping out chunks of your flesh?
And stand there after laughing as you pour salt over the wounds?
That is the path of those who are addicted to pain.
Addicted to love. It's not so different, it drives us to do crazy things, makes us tear ourselves apart.
Not so different.
Yet not so alike
How do we name this path of insanity?
The thing that makes me want to jump off a cliff.
I SEEK RELIEF!
Free me from my confusion!
Free me before I fall, before I get lost.
Such is the land of INSANITY.
I am forsaken, I am lost, I am caged, I am judged, stamped, and named.
Categorized and shipped.
….

Who am I to you?
Just a dark little demon wandering an ashen land?
How do you describe a dark little thing like me?
Forsaken?
Broken?
Shattered?
Bloody?
Lost?
Discarded?
Thrown away?
Ragged?
Desperate?
Ashen?
……

I am a no where girl, I have no place, I don’t fit in anywhere, not in the sky, not on the earth, I'm an in between girl, a dark little freak. My feathers are worn and abused, I can help but want to cry out in shame!
Who am I?
What am I?
Angel?
Human?
Dark little thing?
Lost?
Alone?
Lonely?
Angry?
Wrath?
Cursed?
Hated?
Abused?
Worn?
…….

Who are we to you? What are we to you? Who are we? What are we? Oh sweet insanity, this swirling path of confusion, this downward spiral of craziness, unanswered questions, we are tearing out our hair from the pain of it all, but we walk ahead, hand in hand, across this ashen land of INSANITY.