Blissfully Insane

These burns upon my arms have vanished only because I can go back in time using everyday sources to start again

I have placed these scars on myself from anger, jealousy and madness but now they have left me to be

I can start over again and again like any other day of my time without a single doubt in my head telling me no

Has the death card drawn me mad? Have these people drawn me to become criminally insane?

i am not well anymore I could say but no one would listen. “You are fine,” I will hear again and again until I am no longer fine in their eyes

I wish to die soon and become a beautiful soul, I want to wonder the Earth and see things my human eyes could not appreciate while being focused on the sand in my palms and the oils on my spoons

My favorite nightmare is the one in which I can’t remember, sleep is my passion for I blackout and cannot remember why yet I know I am happy

Full of forgiveness as I am, I will still be angry at the hand of the crown

Nothing is shallow yet my soul fills with everlasting depths of knowledge, crazy knowledge only a small person as myself could understand

For my human self is nothing but a small grain of sand on a beach, I am small I am nothing I am not important to no one yet the eye of the creator knows me as a wonderful star

I am quiet, I am loud I cannot make up my mind upon these things. As if I were a spark with no match

I will write and write until my bones ache but go nowhere, as no one will understand what I am shaking because my perfection is complete insanity