I'm not insane... Yes you are.

I hate what I feel
I feel what I hate
Why me?
Why my fragile insides!?

I regret those last lines
I regret all my lies

I'll look you in the eye
I look honest
I look alright

I don't want to bleed!
Please leave!
Just Leave!!!

A moment of silence...

Hold my face
in my hand's embrace
crying with every fiber in me, "I hate this place!"

Responding with, "Shut up!
You don't know what it's like to struggle with pain.
You think it's hard and rough?
You're just weak and selfish,
Complaining too much!"

"But we have feelings too, and
genuinely struggle much
things haunt me and taunt me,
dawn on me, Crushing me!!!"

"How can you live with yourself!!
you can not and will not
let anyone know
that there's more to us
at the bottom of our filled up hole."
 
"It's okay, to come out and say
that we need help is it not!?
Please listen just listen! I need someone
some one I can trust! "

"I said Shut Up!
Close your mouth and keep it shut.
Hide away your ability to think
if you must.
So as to not believe there is anyone we can trust."

...

As these battle rage. I'm
in the middle being torn.
Talking back and forth within,
insanity, insanity, crepping in.