Insane

We’re one of a kind,
We’re special,
We’re fucked up…
I don’t need help
You don’t want pity.

If they come too close
This may slip away.
I don’t want their prodding thoughts,
You don’t want their comforting hands.

We’re mad!
We sulk,
We fight
We break apart
I cry,
You scream

This seems endless
But it’s not!
This will surely end…
They say it’s all in our heads
But we don’t believe,
We never have

We are everything there is to be,
And more.
Such simple thoughts run through our heads.
But they come out in complex riddles

We see blood,
And destruction
And sometimes light
But never happiness-
Is it forbidden?
I wonder,

I don’t want a way out
If I did
I wouldn’t write
If I did
There would be no more words

So I’ll keep you company my dear friend
For at least as long as I can
Or as long as we stay insane.