Disclaimer: I am not in danger of hurting myself
Sanity
I came home manic today
Yelling into the phone
Walking the streets of Nyack
Some homeless person tried to
Ask me for money
And I wanted to ask
If they could be so generous
With their sanity
See,
I swallow capsules
Like they are prayers
And those asylum doors
Swing shut as an “Amen”
I know that’s where I belong
Where I am safe
From sharp objects and intrusive thoughts
Have you ever been so fucked up you thought
A wrist was a canvas?
I’m confused
My mind feels like an oven
Cooking dangerous ideas
I bet you thought I was okay
When you started walking
Down the street
Before you realized my phone was dead
And I was only talking
To myself
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