We're All Mad Here

Dangling off the edge, grasping to your last bit of hope.

Their words scar your flesh, and you find it difficult to cope.

You can’t explain your actions as they continue to get worse.

Speaking’s become so difficult, each word is like a verse.

Memories begin to crash on your mind like rain in a storm.

The strongest of wind bring whispers, and it is you that they warned.

Your brilliance is your darkness, eventually causing you to break.

You break through the surface, the weight is too much to take.

For once you see, and for once you feel;

The doubts you’ve believed have finally became real.

“Insanity isn’t so bad. It’s true, I swear.”

“It’s perfectly okay,” he whispers, “we’re all mad here.”