Sanity deprived

A Poem by Benry

Sanity is overrated

Well that is what the insane tell themselves

That is what we need to believe to survive

I am well aware it's a lie, so I don't know how much time I have left. But what little time I have, I waste away on emptiness and holler dreams.

I'm depressed I know, and that makes it hard to see things clearly. Everything seems hopeless and meaningless. Maybe because I'm trying to help people to the lifeboat but I know there's not enough room for me.

I can't just give up there's too much at stake, but trying to keep running is breaking me down piece by piece till there's nothing left of me.

But that's good I guess, because I want to be deleted by existence and disappear without a trace. Still I don't want to cause anyone pain, that is why am still here.

I am aware that some people, that don't know what's good for them, love me. And talking about this might hurt them, so I keep it inside as best I can.

Sometimes it slips out like right now and I hate myself for not being able to carry it alone.

© 2017 Benry

Author's Note

Just something I wrote down on a bad day. What do you think?

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Rochelle Delaine

This is one of those poems where it changes on the spur of the moment. You have to look at things from the writer's perspective in order to grasp what message the poem brings.Your example of insanity was you assisting other people before you help yourself ( I would find it difficult to trust someone who doesn't help themselves)-But there are some people out there who are like that. I guess you may argue that you are sane because you don't cause harm to anyone else. And I guess..., in the end you still find yourself causing a little pain to someone else-THAT'S SANITY DEPRIVED Reading your poem brings me to a world where you define some of the insanities that are part of life