Maybe I'm insane
or maybe I'm normal
maybe the things
the people
the world that surrounds me
is insane.
Maybe I'm crazy
because I'm addicted to
something that removes
the internal pain
but then again
aren't we all addicted
to something
that removes the pain
inside of us?
Maybe I'm dying
but if that's the case
why do I feel more alive
than ever?
Maybe I feel so alive
because just like a star
shines the brightest
before it collapses
I feel the most alive
before I finally die
Maybe I'm already dead
my soul broken
gone
taken away by the wind
scattered all over the world
just like the parts
of my mind that I lost
while traveling this
earth visiting it's every
corner.
Maybe my heart
is still pumping
blood trying to keep my
body alive though
I'm already gone.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
