Losing touch with a reality.
Losing touch with all the “people”
Sitting through life immobile stones.
Distant, quiet voices
One a woman’s, distant & illegible.
Close, clear, coarse voices
Speaking the same name with derision
Over & over & over again.
Oh god. A name. It’s my name.
My ghostly good friends
I think I’ve finally cracked
Like we all knew I would,
One way or another.
Define sanity. Define the opposite.
In the end you can’t.
Sanity is measured by the views of the majority.
Fuck it, definitions don’t matter.
Sane, insane, what do I care anyway?
I’ll put on a mask for you
The one I used to wear so well
Every single day.
I’ll be a placeholder person for you baby.
He remembers every psychiatrist’s appointment
With a pristine, yet agonizing clarity.
I’ll eat a waffle over the sink
Pour cheap corn syrup until it’s saturated,
Just a soft pill to kill the clever pain
For a few more hours.
Then I’ll go rummaging
Through my friends & family’s stuff,
Searching for a hit of anything,
Or a sharp razor, clean preferably, but I’m not picky.
Sorry, what was I saying?