A fine madness


I surround myself inside four walls
A well lit room
In hopes of brightening my sadness.
I’m going mad again
I lay prone
Dead weight on my hands
Paranoid of self destruction
Brief moments of clear thought
I reminisce my happier days in my lover’s arms
It is then this fine madness that
– Almost overwhelms me
– A strays

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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