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Habits of Insanity

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"No!!" I tell myself.
"I need to slow down!"
Stop; and let my feet touch the ground.
It's always haste, haste, haste;
as if there's no time to waste.
"But, there is! There's a lot!"
However, that's just a thought.
It doesn't help me.
I know, I Am crazy
What can I say? It's an obsession.
I'm crazy. That's my confession.

I greedily snatch it up fast
drinking the pain away
It goes on
day after day.
Here it goes again.
At the thought, I cringe.
But, who can stop the steadfast binge?
I grab the flask.
"Why?!" I ask.
I know I Am insane
What can I say? It's an obession.
I'm crazy. That's my confession.

I can't take it!
I just can't take it anymore!
I let the red drops hit the floor.
From the blade it drips.
My skin, it painfully rips.
The drops are a mixture of victory and pain.
I know I Am I insane,
What else can I say? It's an obession.
I'm crazy. That's my confession.

I really dont know
You explain it to me,
Exactly, what is the meaning of insanity?
Really truly explain
What is means to be insane,
Is it the wild untammed spirit inside
Or the truth that wants to hide
A bad habit or addiction could it be?
Or the weakness in you and me.





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