The craziness surrounds me as I sit and ponder upon the rain that falls on the cold and hard window. And I scream inside, wanting to hide and yet wanting to reveal the truth. The truth that I am not what I seem. And that I cannot find a tool to fill the void that fills this dirty soul of mine that bleeds and bleeds. The bleeding doesn't stop and it never will. Because the blood it bleeds is real, so very real, so vibrant.
Red, red, crimson, red.
I shout inside, feeling every squeeze, push, and tussle of the craziness of the world. Empty swirls of dreams and blood mixed together, not knowing where or when it will stop. And no one will know that those empty swirls live and breathe and touch. That those empty swirls fill my head, my heart, my soul, with fears, regrets, nightmares!
I feel it, and I writhe in pain.
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