Changes

It's all pretty self explanatory...

I am changing.
I love it.
Now I worship their screams
And I love succumbing
To the pain.
I love being blinded
By my rage.
It's almost second nature, now,
To not give a s**t
About
A
 N
  Y
   T
    H
     I
      N
       G!
I almost enjoy the fantasies
Of death
And watching the blood
Smear my body.
So it is now that I am constantly
Laughing
Because I enjoy watching you
Suffer.
It's amusing.
Call me crazy -
It's okay!
Because I know I am.
I've seen my body grow cold
And stiff.
Seen my mind close itself off.
And I came face to reality
So I simply blew up.
Now even when the sun sets
I'm not whimpering
Because I am, in a
Wickedly twisted way,
Happy!
I'm content with my scarred body
And bruised mind.
Why?
I've grown numb,
And that's scary as hell...
So I chose to let myself lose sanity.
I am changing.

Author's Note

Thanks, for all your love and support. I really appreciated it. (sarcasm)

Reviews

[Mathias Winters]

The poem appears to jump around to different meanings a lot, making it sound a bit like ranting. Now that's not exactly a bad thing as far as style goes, but if you can get your ideas, (Which are great) in order and maybe separate them into separate poems, then this would be very good.