Insanity

Written February 21, 2008. For some reason, when I was this age, I was either in a lot of emotional pain, or able to simulate it. And this was my interpretation of what it would feel like to die.

I can feel it now,

The blood pulsing in my veins.

I can hear it now,

My heart beating in my ears.

The extreme adrenaline building up,

The fabrics of my mind falling apart.

My breathing is speeding up,

My mind is slowing down

But my heart beats steady.

Counting each moment until it stops.

Four...

I cannot move.

Three...

I cannot see.

Two...

I cannot feel.

One...

I'm nothing.

Reviews

[Little Abbey]

Wow, this poem is very cool! I love how it makes you as though you are the person going "insane". While reading this I was imagining someone falling from a great height or something. I'd like to read more of this if you ever decide you want to expand on it's idea. Love it!