Crazy. Insane. Isn't that how we all feel at some point in time?

When your thoughts, that you can't make sense of

just float around in your brain.

Never ceasing to multiply.

Never ceasing to exist.

 

Crazy. Insane. Isn't that how we all feel on at least one day of the month?

When you just want to lay down, alone in the dark,

and let the world fade.

So you don't have the urge to cry.

So you don't have the urge to die.

 

Crazy. Insane. Isn't that how I feel right now?

Because all I want to do is shut it all out.

The work, the loneliness, the guilt, the worries, the hate.

Too many emotions.

Too many wrongs.

 

But maybe that's just life, throwing whatever it can grasp, at you.

To see if you're strong enough to go from hell and back;

To see if you have the honor to say: I made it. 

That you have survived through the bad times,

and you will can be gifted with the good. 

 

So fight through the hell,

and I'll try too. 

You never know what will get thrown at you,

but the best you can do is find out,

and know that we all feel the crazy and insane.