I think I've gone mad

Useless, powerless,

is there any escape?

All I've ever wanted is freedom from your corruption,

like poison running through my veins.

Is being blissful a crime in your world of despair?

Suffocate me not with ideas of my suffering,

but free me to have an open mind and a gratified spirit.

But you fence me in,

as the walls of your hell rise around me,

feeling a singe as they start to enclose.

Have you no mercy to my cries,

no kindness towards my desperate yells,

leave my soul to burn, 

as my body remains intact,

perhaps I've gone mad.

#20 I guess I am thankful for my life, though many a times I will question that, being raised in a generation that has gone through more despair in a decade than earlier generations have gone through in a century does raise concern to me. It is almost as if suicide has become a popular trend and there is really no escaping your own thoughts. Sometimes it amazes me what the human mind can come up with, the intricacy of it all. Most people who I have come into contact in my life have never seen something wrong with me, they assume that I am just another crazy, ignorant teenager, who doesn't care about anything than what she has planned after school, which I can honestly say I am not, I'm just trying to get through life just as anyone else, but when you are raised in a society that believes in giving up so easily it becomes harder to be stronger. But overall I believe that there is something worth it in life and that if there wasn't we wouldn't have been here in the first place.