MADNESS

Is it madness that consumes me,
Or do I consume madness?
Is it sadness that excretes me,
Or do I excrete sadness?

Do I mean to shed the blood I shed,
Or does the blood I shed mean to shed me?
Does it hurt you when I speak of my pain,
Or does my pain hurt you when I speak of thee?

Inside and outside,
Upsides and downsides,
A fragile mind can break in two,
Much more easily than it does for you.

I do not know why I have this pain,
I do not know where to place the blame,
I cannot fathom why my head does these things,
Or why my pain eases when the pain cries and sings.

To release the boils that bubble up within,
I cannot explain to you where to start or to begin,
But something inside my head is not right,
But there is beauty in madness, and madness in sight.