As I reach for you
time and time again,
you surprise me
with just how
perfect you are.

You're the fleeting
dream in which
I cannot grasp.

You're so close
yet so far away.

And as you blind
my vision, I
don't realize the
damage you inflict
upon me.

And as I leave
the others to
sail by themselves,
your green light
is all I see,
your expensive voice
is all I hear,
your soft lips
are all I taste,
your short-lived love
is all I feel.

As a piercing pain and
a diluted red envelop me,
I reach out to what
I desperately believe in.

And as I sail
to the end of
the world, I
forget my fellow
yet poetic sailor.

Never knowing
the pain I cause
my poor old sport.

"There are plenty of fish under the ocean."

Wait. Scratch that.

"There are plenty of fish in the aquarium. Why the aquarium you ask? Because there are prettier fish in there than in the ocean. And not all of them bite."

I think I've lost my mind.

I'm close to the edge,
Oh so close to the light.

I think I've lost my mind.

It's painful, but that dark
red is so pretty and bright.

I think I've lost my mind.

I'm my own hero because
I'm making the Hurt disappear.

I think I've lost my mind.

It's so loud but the
Silence is all I hear.

I think I've lost my mind.

I'm my own savior because I'm
making the Darkness go away.

I think I've lost my mind.

My time is running
out like the day's day.

I think I've lost my mind.

It's so fun seeing Them
try to figure me out.

I think I've lost my mind.

The theory of a God is
something I've come to doubt.

I think I've lost my mind.

I'm so perfectly imperfect,
your average person.

I think I've lost my mind.

They're oblivious as they cause
my condition to worsen.

I think I've lost my mind.

They try to fix me through
useless pills and injections.

I think I've lost my mind.

Why is it that I accept everyone,
yet I'm met with rejection?

I think I've lost my mind.

This world is
so ****** up.

I think I've lost my mind.

Where's my daily
Clozapine cup?

I think I've lost my mind.

They say it helps my
"psychotic tendencies."

But it makes my gray day
more dark than before.

I'm scared because this
treatment makes the darkness
reappear even stronger.

I think I've lost my mind.

I'm flying.

I think I've lost my mind.

I'm scared.

I think I've lost my mind.

Everything's blurred.

I think I've lost mind.

They tell me I'm losing
my grip on reality.

I think I've lost my mind.

I'm on my way to the light.

I think I've lost my mind.

This is my own treatment.

*I've lost my mind.

At home her mother only notices her if she
hadn't cleaned the puny apartment.
At school she is ignored; invisible.
She has a little brother that she always cares
about because her mother is out smoking
and trying to make money out of unfaithful men.
And as her mother spends all the money
on cigarettes and fake nails and cheap
clothes and hair products, it's all she can
do to stop herself from screaming and crying
out of unbearable hunger. And when kids at
school do notice her, they only criticize.
And when her mom gives her attention, it's
only to tell her to go clean or to grow the **** up.
And when she outstretches a desperate
hand to others for help, they don't see her.
And as her best friend leaves her for
others, she's all alone. So she reaches a desperate
hand to the sky and calls out for help, only
to be met with nothing. So she decides to meet
her beloved Savior, and makes the pain go away.
And as the police find her, they cover her
corpse and wonder why her arms and why her
hands seemed to be desperately reaching towards
*something, anything.