Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Misery loves mental illness
In my head, the devils are singing.
Playfully at first, but with vigor and rage,
Turning sour at a moment's notice.
I let them giggle with sickness,
Trying to shake them out, like
Water caught in my ear.
Reluctant to leave, I let them rent space
In my thoughts, in my mind.
To be without them is to be lonely,
And I'm not that same girl anymore.
5-14-12
Playfully at first, but with vigor and rage,
Turning sour at a moment's notice.
I let them giggle with sickness,
Trying to shake them out, like
Water caught in my ear.
Reluctant to leave, I let them rent space
In my thoughts, in my mind.
To be without them is to be lonely,
And I'm not that same girl anymore.
5-14-12
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Misery loves mental illness
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