With blood hammering through my veins,
Thoughts pressing against my brain violently,
And irritated eyes,
I shiver in a corner of my room.
I finally cracked.
My sanity has finally been dismembered by the pain,
Though it's held on for so long.
You aren't meant to hold things in,
To hold things tight.
Hurting and screaming,
Crying and dying.
No one cares about the pain you feel.
Keep it to yourself,
But don't keep it in.
If you keep it in,
You will sing to the
Symphony of Insanity.
It's a smooth song, no doubt.
Flowing along side the tune of a crow.
Depression, hatred,
Pain.
The conducters are each of us,
Cutters and druggies.
Devil spawns created by broken homes.
Broken dreams.
We all at some point
Crack.
We all at some point
Hum the Symphony of Insanity.
