Rationalize
the irrational
sick brain.
It says ‘die’
tell it ‘no.’
But a thought
is still a thought,
both ‘die’ and ‘no,’
leaving the heart
alone
in the chest,
craving, craving.
Only death
really ends it.
Now there’s a reason.
Rationalize
that irrational
screaming.
They’ll leave
no love
no warmth
no peace
the world’s a
LIELIELIELIELIE!
You’ll never know
unless you die.
Now there’s a reason.
Rationalize
that irrational
feeling.
The fear of suffering
you know is coming,
because this is life.
With every happiness
there is an end
where it gets swept
out
from beneath your feet
but reason away
that fear.
With what?
But there is no fear
if you die.
…is this what it means
to be mentally ill?