A Different Flavor of Madness

schiz-y woman

bite down

take another hit

cause it always returns,

haunting. . . .

 

It’s just a different flavor of madness

 

the telephone doesn’t stop ringing

when I pick it up

no one’s there

feels like

God just gave me the finger

 

dementia came on over

she said “let’s go take a ride

to the ends of the earth”

 

It’s a different flavor of madness

 

take a look inside

sanity is just a perspective

 

hanging upside down

is only good for a sick tummy

but it doesn’t cure me

any more then he could.

 

so take a good look inside

before i carve it up

that child was a serial killer

her favorite victim was herself

 

It’s just a different flavor of madness

so take a good look inside

 maybe I’ll find a different reality

where the madness means freedom.

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Author: Madison

I am a thirty-eight year-old kinky feminist in recovery from Schizoaffective Disorder, Bipolar type; PTSD/Dissociative Disorder, NOS; Substance Use Disorder, just trying to make it in life. My blog is about my day-to-day misadventures and musings.

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