A Dream About Madness (Warning: Profanity)
The following piece is very emotionally charged and contains profanity. If you don't want to read it then don't. It's based on a dream I had about going insane and is in no way, shape, or form based on my life or anything I've seen. I promise that I really don't act like this.
I have decided to begin including pictures with each post that correspond to the piece. Photo credits will be found in the link below the picture.
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When my heart shatters into a million pieces and the world stops spinning just for me I will be sitting in the high school cafeteria. I won’t want the world to see me go insane, but that’s the way that it’s going to be. It’s all because of the dream. I don’t think that anyone will understand, and I don’t think that anyone will care, and I don’t think that I will survive.
Words will fall from thin lips, slowly and quietly at first, but becoming louder and faster and angry. See the girl in her smile that you thought was real lose it for real. See fists pound the table, legs unfold and stand and climb up on the tabletop so arms can reach for the sky higher than anyone else in the room. Hear the inarticulate screams, madness seeping out of chocolate brown eyes that used to be beautiful. See the pain on the face one might have called pretty, but that now makes you shrink away. And you haven’t even heard the way she feels.
“Take me the fuck apart! Rip me to shreds; just finish what you started!”
And I can’t see anymore, the room is filled with swirling black blobs of rage, targets for my anger, my madness, and my crime against what’s good and right in the world. Somehow my limbs are disconnected, and I lose what little feeling I had left and fall to the table, but still I scream in pain, scream so loud the room shakes, but I can barely hear myself.
“I WANT TO DIE! FUCKING KILL ME NOW!”
And then they take me away.
