• Member Since 12th Dec, 2018
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The professional lunatic


I may be insane. But that does not mean I’m sane.

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  • 7 weeks
    I am

    I am sad.
    I’ve said this so often that now it just feels normal. While feeling happy feels wrong. I don’t cry anymore. I don’t sigh. My smile looks bad. Laughing isn’t formal. Hugs feel like sores. If I’m not crying it means I’m high.
    I breath better with my mask.
    My face is better behind the fibers of burlap. I breath better and can face reality. Yeah, I feel like crap. But, who gives a damn about me. I’m sad and scared is this too much to ask.
    I’m hurt.

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  • 30 weeks
    Says it all

    0 comments · 58 views
  • 36 weeks
    I'm out

    yep, I'm out.
    No need to pout.
    I needed to fade away one day.
    Sorry but it's time to go away.
    Had fun with the games played.
    And the times that were shared.
    But now like the gambler I must fold.
    That's all that needs to be told.
    If you're feeling under the weather.
    Do not worry it gets better.
    Sorry for leaving this way.
    All y'all have a good day.

    3 comments · 113 views
  • 43 weeks
    Nobody cares (I got bored so I wrote this)

    No one cares


    As I write this my mind is clear.
    Feeling nothing but peace as I continue this rhyme.
    Lately I have battled with my depression.
    A battle I have fought fiercely.
    Medication, therapy, groups, yes the whole thing.
    But, they don't help at all.
    I continue to have these thoughts run around in my head.
    But as of late I've come to realize a very important detail.


    I ask you all to please lend an ear.
    Do not worry I won't take up much of your time.

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  • 45 weeks
    😊 HIGH FIVE!

    5 comments · 52 views
Aug
7th
2022

I am · 7:14am August 7th

I am sad.
I’ve said this so often that now it just feels normal. While feeling happy feels wrong. I don’t cry anymore. I don’t sigh. My smile looks bad. Laughing isn’t formal. Hugs feel like sores. If I’m not crying it means I’m high.
I breath better with my mask.
My face is better behind the fibers of burlap. I breath better and can face reality. Yeah, I feel like crap. But, who gives a damn about me. I’m sad and scared is this too much to ask.
I’m hurt.

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