Insanity, i suppose
A Poem by Cameron
Darling, I can't seem to get off the repeating track of thoughts. I'm down a rabbit hole, you see... yet Wonderland doesn't exist anymore and Neverland treats me terribly, quite like a prisoner. Peter Pan is dead. His eyes have been hollowed out from the creature in my head. A foul creature indeed, but its sick thoughts do make me laugh. Poison. A common thought amongst madmen, but listen! I'm from the Tell-Tale Heart! I'm not a madman... Madwoman, perhaps. Yes. Oh indeed, that's a vile thought, but I laugh it off to hide the thought that the person speaking to me came to kill me. What nonsense! Wait... they don't look familiar anymore, their face has warped into an unspeakable creatures and is about to lunge. That is my queue to scream and hide. "Come out!" they say. I can smell their lies.. well... I can't. but it does. It tells me not to listen to them and that I'll be safe listening to it. I laugh the scare off and dance away into another room while the person gawks. Oh. Silly me. I forgot to tell them. This isn't like the normal hospitals he brought his "sick" daughter to... this is a certified madhouse, and I'm the host, seeing as I've lived here the longest. Oh, I quite like new people! Just don't show her the light and she'll fit right in. Everyone's insane here, maybe. Wallflowers retract as I waltz past in a fit of laugher. I dance and dance away into the shadows of the corner. The stone in the walls ask why I dance so lovely without motive and laugh over nothing. This causes me to laugh more at the twisted truth. Preposterously mad. I keep dancing, humming the tune they played at my funeral and laugh wickedly. The wretched music from my throat echoes down the halls and moans yell back in response. The hall is in my head and the demons inside my head are plentiful and wreaking havoc in my mind, their prison. A lovely world this is, I think. Hands behind my back, I submit to the biggest most horrendous creature in my mind and allow it free. Oh, such fun! I'm here for a reason. The world goes dark as something even darker emerges from within me...
© 2017 Cameron
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Added on March 23, 2017
Last Updated on March 23, 2017
Tags: sad, depressed, ednos, ed, self harm, kms, help, selfharm, joournal, gucci, book, good, smile, personal, me, ana, mia, anorexia, thinspo, anorexia nervosa, bulimia, eating disorder, eating disorders
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Cameron Smithfield, KY
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A mere figment of my sanity remains. more..
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