when your mind's ready to explode, spill it out with words (pg 13) Options

[taintedtrash]

just random writing, in class. there's not one REAL analyzation of this piece of writing, make it so that it fits yourself.

When your mind’s ready to explode, spill it out in words:
• I need an excuse for all my abnormalities. What’s normal in this world? Why does “perfect” exist? Thoughts are constantly changing: One second the world is my love, & the next I want to be 6 ft under it. I wish my scars would show, maybe then those “normal” kids will know, the past that drowns me & makes this person me. Like irritating shocks those memories haunt me constantly. Stop. I’m zoning out, dazed & confused, the world freezes. I’m trapped inside, my body is numb, breaths getting shorter, suffocating, but I know I can help myself. Damn dependency, always relying on another being with a soul to get me high from their spirit. But so many souls & still no spirit, I need that high. Here goes the chaos, here he comes. Here comes the ecstasy of that tempting world. Hypocrisy rules my faux-life, put on a mask. But rip it off, and my eyes don’t lie. It’s too late; I’m twitching all over. I love it, you think, look carefully; my eyes give it away again. They dilate, I’m scared, & I see a clear view of a stone engraved with my identity. Make me “normal,” break me free, shatter this trance that’s consuming me. Hate the past, but I choose to live it. Bash my head ‘cause I’m a damn schitzo. Doctor, doctor, pill me up, analyze me & drug me up. Hear me out, tell me I’m a freak, give me an excuse to let them know why I am this person you all see. Give me an excuse to answer the questions. Give me the excuse so I won’t regret the choice I make from the pressure these questions put against me. I’m a psycho, I’m a murderer, I swear I’m innocent. Give me an excuse to use as proof for all the people. Give me an excuse to prove I exist.


if you're a junkie, you should definitely know what this is about.
that's all

go critics!