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Insanity
  I sit still, almost dead
  Insults flying through my head
  I’m tangled in a strait jacket
  Wussy, retard, f**
  I went primal
  Transformed, final
  I broke his jaw, I heard it pop
  And I do say, I loved to see it drop
  I almost committed murder
  Stopped before it went further
  I sat, grimy and dirty
  I was bloodthirsty
  I went for the kill
  His blood I’d have my fill
  I would kill this man, no this boy, that I did see
  For I saw that this boy was yours truly
  No one could save me from me
  Now you know I went crazy
  I was stuck inside a padded room
  My soul I did consume
  I wish I could give it to Heaven, not Hell
  But, alas, it’s not mine to sell
  I am tied to this world, and so are you, forever and ever
  Until my single lifeline is severed
  I see the boy once again
  And he looks so…foreign
  He is black as night
  Deprived of light
  Pale as a ghost
  And he does boast
  “Who are you to cause my demise?
  I am you, in you I reside
  I know your innermost fears
  All about your judgmental peers
  I know things you don’t though
  Kill me now, you’ll never know.”
  I am shocked by this figure
  I know little; I am a sinner
  But I can tell when I hear lies
  Evil is what this demon implies
  I know nothing, I don’t see
  What the hell is wrong with me?
  This is my fight, and mine alone
  I won’t win, I’m not fully grown
  I ponder these things as I sit in the ward
  Partly unconscious from the medicine my veins stored
  I look back at my past and laugh at what I wrote and what I drew
  I also laugh because you don’t see your demon laughing right in front of you.

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A couple of years ago I went to an insane asylum for suicidal reasons. There was a kid there who talked so much trash and I snapped. I almost killed him, but I was placed into solitary confinement, and I was so out of it that I pictured the boy as myself. So, mentally, I tried to kill myself if that makes sense. And just like me holding back on killing the kid in the asylum, I held back on destroying my mentality. Everything is better now :) I am now in a place where I am loved and cared for. When i write, I write from past perspectives. Please keep that in mind whenever you read my pieces. Thank you :)