Path to insanity
Nails bit to the bone,
messy and dyed hair,
sparkles all over the face,
fake accounts online,
seeking validation from strangers.
Books full of private comments,
diaries with runny ink and tears,
hands trembling furiously,
heartbroken over paranoic thoughts.
The place full of smoke,
one puff turn into a hundred,
no sense of space or time.
No energy to anything,
besides overthinking.
The path to insanity,
clearest than ever,
slowing disappearing,
just hiding.
