Screams Of A Shattered Mind

I'm frustrated.

I'm angry.

I'm in a bad place.

The people around me laugh and joke and go on with their day as if the world around them revolves around them yet their chittering chattering blundering noise is worse to my ears then the sound of a thousand fingernails down a blackboard.

I'm sad.

I'm crying.

I'm in a dark place.

My life unfolds and it isn't a blossom of the gorgeous Black Rose that I wish it was, instead it is the stinking festering rotting fetid Corpse Plant the smell wafting into air and stagnating everything around it like a plague.

I'm empty.

I'm cold.

I'm dead inside.

To put into words the true way I feel escapes me, the clamoring swirling soaring emotions, feelings and thoughts fight for a foot hold or an understanding, they want to be known but they fight amongst themselves like children vying for the last sugar laden candy, each in their own way not deserving to be neglected and left empty-handed.

I'm blind.

I'm impaired.

I'm only seeing red.

The days all seem to bleed together and with each breath the semblance of sanity creeps further and further from my grasp, my mind drawing screaming struggling to comprehend why my body refuses to just lay down and die.

I'm violent.

I'm bloodthirsty.

I'm feeling the need to murder.

The demons around me spew and shriek, their talking screaming bewildering language makes me wish to destroy them and bash them, kill them and be rid of them, wanting to pull my hair out from the root.

I'm watching.

I'm witnessing.

I'm experiencing the death.

The death of common sense is a violent one, like watching a hurricane whip down a skyscraper, writhing dying lying in a pool of it's own blood as the demons, liars and fakers murder it with their steely knives of discord and bile, stabbing it, killing it, murdering it.......

....the Murder of Common Sense.