Original titles are original :'D
Ayways, this is another poem thing on the subject of insanity, and what it really feels like when someone has legit lost it. When they're mad, they don't know that you're trying to help. They think you're trying to hurt them, trying to pull them away; They don't know your intentions. Anyone and anything standing in their way they tear down, trying to get out. When they're insane, everything's a dark blur, and they can't tell who is what.
Then when they find a light to the darkness, sanity, they look back and see all the damage they've done. How all the things they thought were trying to harm them, are actually their loved ones who were trying to help.
...At least in this poem anyways ouo
fhijdskfghuig gog I think about stuff like this wayyy too deeply
Poem c Me~