Novel & Cerita Insanity Poetry

As usually, before nightmare Memorable very likes to talk with God: I know you are. You were always there for better or worse. You didn't move a step. You endured when I complained about you. You were happy when I was happy. Still, I can't understand why we have to suffer so much. Is it so that we can enter your Kingdom? What is behind the last line of life? It's hard for me to imagine. Maybe You don't exist? Are you just an illusion of the mind? Every breath I take brings me closer to death and meeting you. Maybe we'll meet you. What will you tell me when I meet you? What can I tell you? Of course you will condemn me for what I have done and for what I have not done along the way. You will

Tell me, how can a bunch of useless nobodies like them be called friends? I closed my eyes, my breath trembling as anger and humiliation clawed at my chest. The pressure caved in on me with such force that it almost suffocated me. Just as I was about to fight back, my body froze. Maybe my emotions had spiked too high and triggered the microchip. Suddenly, all my sadness and anger vanished, leaving only a crushing emptiness. For a moment, it felt like resisting no longer had any meaning. I couldn't remember how I got home that night.

A certain crippling fear that wrapped itself around me, muddled with the darkness and the depth of the insanity in my mind. I was starting to lose my damn mind! Yet, I kept walking. My feet crunched over objects I had no idea what they were, but when I marched on something and it screamed, I paused, and in a blink, I was flung away. I found myself falling down deeper into the pit, the darkness getting more and more fierce, wretchedly snatching at the remnants of the sanity I held firmly in place.

I laugh until the air itself trembles, until my lungs ache and my ribs rattle. “Insane?” I kneel again, lowering my face until my grin is the only thing she can see. “No, Skylar. Insanity is believing in limits. Insanity is bowing to gods who don’t care if you bleed. But me?” I tilt my head, whispering the truth in her ear. “I am the cure for insanity.” Her breath hitches, but she doesn't look away. Brave. Broken. Perfect for my stage. I brush a strand of filthy hair from her face, my touch almost tender. Almost.

only to be driven insane by the simplest thing in the world: Her.

I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, the gravity of the situation pulling me into despair. “Silas,” I plead, my voice softening, “this isn’t who you are. You can still turn back. Please, just let us help you.” “Help?” he snarls, shaking his head violently. “You think I need help? I’m the one helping! You’re just too stupid to see it!” The chaos swirls around me, screams and shouts blending into a cacophony of confusion and terror, but all I can focus on is the blood staining the floor, the lives shattered in an instant, and the realization that Silas’s madness may consume us all.

AURORA- I'm at the door, and there is nothing but darkness beyond it. and I'm willingly opening the door, to get lost in that dark, dark world. I am insane, I must be out of my mind, for what I am doing, for what I didn’t do, I'm so dumb, I hate myself. Something is going to happen and I will be ruined, I am getting ruined. I am ruined because there’s no escape. Not even death. “Morning…” This voice, this haunting voice is the death of me. I am no longer a human; I am no longer anything for that matter. I feel like a broken toy with no hope of redemption.

“You can’t really have expected this to change anything.” Jane shakes her head, swiping at her cheeks. “You know I can’t tell if I’ve lost my mind, or if you’ve lost yours.” She announces, her voice like gravel. “I keep thinking it’s you, but then people always say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. I suppose it’s my own fault for not learning my lesson the first time. You keep hurting me and I keep expecting you to go back to acting sweet, despite the evidence in front of me.”

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

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