Sanity

You've felt the fire.
You've felt the rage.
You've dealt with the sickness.
And you've dealt with the pain.

Fire.
Rushing through your veins.
Boiling your blood.
And just when you think you've seen enough.
The cycle just keeps repeating.
Your patience is fleeting.
And now everyone is leaving.
And now you're all alone.

Rage.
This person you've become.
Just when you think you've finally had enough.
You're completely different now.
Your world has been turned upside down.
Inside out.
You try to scream at them but the words just won't come out.
They leave.
And you're all alone now.

Sickness.
Imaginary friends gone wrong.
You think you left them in your childhood?
You haven't heard from them in a while but...
You're supposed to be all grown up now.
A small voice echoing in the back of your head.
Slowly increasing in volume.
It's been a few minutes and you can't even hear your heart beat.
You can just hear this horrible voice, this deafening booming voice.
You cry out.
You need help.
But there's no one there...
You're by yourself.

Pain.
Sorrow is addicting.
But can also be afflicting when allowed to run its course.
Through your mind.
Ripping your sanity apart and throwing away your remorse.
There's no way out.
There's no recourse.
You need to leave.
But there's no door.