To Anyone Who Thinks I'm Crazy Part XXV

To Anyone Who Thinks I'm Crazy Part 25.
Do you believe me yet?
It's my night,
My life,
my time to shine.
Breathing is feeling and feeling ain't real.
I'll see when I open my eyes.
Life feels like a coma that I won't wake up from.
Shake me awake,
Please don't break me.
I lie awake at night,
I try to breathe,
I try to see.
I'm blinded by thoughts that aren't mine.
Open the blinds,
Let the sun in.
let it shine.
Shine like a star in the middle of the night.
Bright like the sun in the middle of the noon sky.
Thinking about yesterdays feelings,
I feel what I feel,
But feeling ain't real.
How could that be?
So now I'm confuzzled.
Confoozled to the C.
How or why?
I don't know.
All I know is that i need to break free.
Free from the bonds that are holding me back.
Free from the bonds that have no slack.
Free from the bonds that are constricting my lungs.
Free is what I was meant to be.
The sun is shining.
My moon has faded.
I'm out and about,
I know what i want.
I'm free as a bird.
Free at last.
No contricting bonds holding me back.
But then the wounds begin to attack my nerves.
My nerves.
They burn.
They're holding me again.
But this time the pain doesn't exist.
The pain is reassurance.
Assuring me that I'm alive.
The bonds of love and comfort.
The wounds of hate and dispair.
It's warm and fuzzy,
Like hugging a close friend.
Like playing with a new puppy.
Like sleeping in...
Comforting.

Love,
Marri "Mars" Grace
Age 15
WRITTEN: Tuesday, November 17, 2009 10:32am