Insane?

By Ashley

I feel it. 

Oh boy. 

Do I feel it. 

It's probably. 

Nothing. 

But.

When you. 

Go through. 

Everyday. 

What I do. 

How can I not?

I mean. 

The dark laughter. 

Of everyone. 

Around me. 

Even when. 

They aren't even.

Smiling. 

It's not. 

The fun laughter though.

It's the demonic. 

Making fun of. 

Laughter. 

The dirty looks. 

That aren't really there. 

I see it. 

Everywhere. 

On everyones. 

Faces. 

That need. 

To cut myself open. 

Not just to. 

Get rid of the pain. 

But, to see myself bleed. 

And see inside myself. 

The switching around. 

In my brain. 

I don't see how. 

People can see me. 

As emotional stable. 

When I'm far f*****g from it. 

And I love it. 

Maybe.. 

Just maybe.

I should be. 

Locked up.

In an asylum.

Somewhere. 

Maybe. 

It's for the best..  

Author's Note

I did. Leave a lot out of this. But I guess. This is just small glimpse into my mind.

Reviews

[Bound In Red]

I wish I knew what to say, but I dont... But I do have to say that I can kinda understand this.

[Kitten]

I really don't expect people. To know how to help me. Or to understand.

[Bound In Red]

Well, I'm here and all I can do is try. Just gotta give me the chance to.

[Kitten]

I know.

[Bound In Red]

:)

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The sad part is this is severely relatable and I've feel this way everyday no matter whether I feel happy or depressed as f**k...

[Kitten]

It's hard dealing with it. No matter what your mood is.

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-nods- it is...

[Kitten]

Yeah. I'm thinking of doing other parts to this. Cause there is much more..

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-nods and hugs- you should

[Kitten]

-hugs back- Alright