Sometimes I feel
like a thousand different souls
shredded to pieces,
mushed together,
and shoved right into
one crumbling shell
of a human being.
.
Is that normal?
.
Is it normal to sink down
into the darkness inside of me,
drowning in my sorrow,
yet still calling and dancing
so joyfully, so desperately,
as if I’m bathing in the light?
.
Is it normal to look one day
at all the beautiful things
I have created from the remains
of my broken hope and sanity
yet love them far too much
not to hate them
with all of my being?
.
Is it normal to bite my tongue
until it bleeds into my mouth
so that I’m not so tempted to speak
my empty words of torture,
and to tarnish the bitter silence
that the world has come to expect?
.
Is it normal to watch as they wander by
and admire them more than I can say
yet yearn for them to crash and burn
into the fiery pits of hell
for having everything I’ve ever wanted
yet can never even hope to claim?
.
Is it normal to despise myself
and my disgusting, monstrous ways
yet feel an unshakable affection
rooting from my very core
because I know deep down
that if I don’t love myself
nobody ever will?
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Is it normal to scream with laughter,
curse with shy glances,
cry with bright smiles,
and no matter how much I long to exist
to never, ever let them see
the thing that they are tearing apart?
.
Is any of this normal?
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Do I even care anymore?
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