Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

My body’s health is better, while my mental health is worse

If that’s a joke, I don’t feel quite amused

It feels as if there’s just no way for me to lift this curse

No matter what I do, I’m still confused

Withdrawing, I’m withdrawing from the ways I hurt the world

And all the ways my mind likes hurting me

I’m stuck in a deep rut of harmful feelings, harmful acts;

I’m feeling, and I cause, pure misery

I have nothing but regrets, beside my guilt and my self loathing

If I should laugh, believe me, it’s an act

Or else a fleeting feeling that cannot destroy my faith

That I’m a worthless menace; that’s a fact.

I know I’m better off without me, and I’m sure you would be, too:

If you were free of me, you’d be relieved

And so without much more adieu, I’ll kiss the screen goodbye.

I’m much less sane that I had once believed.

Good bye good bye good bye



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