Insanity Why Are You My Clarity Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I won't meet you on Kitay-Gorod because you don't exist... I'm just sick… "You have no choice, you must test your hypothesis, or sooner or later you will go mad, and then you will really need a psychiatrist." - Okay, I'll try...in the end I have nothing to lose. At least I'll know I'm definitely sick. "You're all right, I'll explain. "Will you tell me your number?"… "You won't need it!"

It’s not enough to make me soften, to make me listen, to make me stay. So why did I? I turned to my side, pulling the duvet over myself, but my mind wouldn’t quiet down. It just kept replaying the moment over and over again, every word, every pause, every second I stayed longer than I should have. I need Dr. Sana. Not even therapy at this point. I just need clarity. I need someone to tell me what exactly is going on in my head because clearly, I’m not as in control as I thought I was.

So irritating. What does it take to wake up? To sleep. To get up. To work. It's so easy yet why must it take so much effort. Is it your fault? I can't seem to blame myself. I should but it's a shame. Why must Pride favor me so? Why can't a Goddess slap me? Why can't I wake up? Days are near. Days are clear. Yet my eyes blurry and my head is cloudy. Love heals. Clears the path. Yet why must it leave? What do I do to get it back? Is everything up to me. It's right here yet so far away.

And I don’t want to feel my voice choking between my throat and my mouth Grasping for air, with a blurry vision, dead stars dancing behind my eyelids. Me, wishing to enter into the blankness of the darkness. Me, dying without dying. Where my sadness ends, is where my heart is drawn from. And where my trouble ceases is where my sanity lies. I am a loyal palace maid. Loyal to the enemy of peace. Loyal to insanity. Regretfully dismantled to the pupils of my fears.

“I bet this is just your way of hiding from reality instead of facing the truth. You think I don’t want to do that too? Play ignorant? I already told you that this was it from now on. I’m not going to enable you in this memory loss crap.” All of the screaming had done nothing except give me a pulsing headache, accumulating with my already painful muscles and joints. And now, on top of that, I was coming to the realisation that Clarissa was probably not quite right in the head. “…You’re insane,” I said in a daze, staring ahead at nothing. “Like… certifiably insane. Weren’t you descended from that alleged crazy Silver Saintess? Was it hereditary? Your ability probably… I don’t know, gives you

he said his eyes glistening. I nodded about my head vigorously trying to think something but my mind was totally blank. Thing which keeps me sane? Calms me give me comforts? What's it? I closed my eyes trying to remember something. Suddenly Joshua's face came infront of me, how he cares for me, he concerns for me, tell me what's wrong and right, his presence calms me, he comforts me when I need it, he-he is the one who keeps me sane. I opened my eyes and stuttered out "Y-you it's you who keeps me sane."

Bina jurm ke saza milti hai mujhe Kisse kahun ke be-qasoor hu mein Meri khamoshiyon ka sabab hai ye ghum mere Phir kyu duniya samajhti hai ki maghrur hu mein Aaj phir shiddat-e-ghum ne rula diya mujhko Aaj lagta hai zakhmon se chur chur hu mein" (I am alive but not living my life, Why am I so compelled today?? I always get punished without doing anything, To whom I say that I am innocent, The reason of my silence is my sadness Then why the world thinks that I am selfish, This sadness again made me cry today, Today I think that I am broken beyond repair) My whole body was numb. Again and again that scene of izzah covered in blood was flashing in front of my eyes. As I remembered no one knew a

“You think you can fool everyone? You’ve already made a mess of things. Now you’re just a problem waiting to be solved.” I tried to hold back my tears, but they came anyway, streaming down my face in relentless waves. I couldn’t help but feel utterly alone. Clara’s words were like poison, seeping into every corner of my mind, filling me with despair. "Clara you have to help me. Put away the hate you have for me in your heart and help me clear my name. I am innocent please" I was desperate at this moment. Clara seized my look with a hot and exasperated glare, "And why should I? Give me one reason why you should be allowed to stay in this house?"

He gave her chills, and she was getting tempted to slap some senses into him. " I'm crazy for you Clarisse, can't you see that?", " No", she fired, " I can't see it because I can't, I love my husband so you need to stop this craziness ", " Is that what you keep telling yourself? That you love him? That lie?",

Her eyes were wide and stunned. "No, you are not," Archer responded, sounding so sure of himself while Clarissa was internally doubting her sanity. She looked up at him."I should be running away. I should be screaming and calling the sanatorium but I am here calmly talking to you. Why am I still here? Why am I still here?!" "Calm down, Clarissa," he urged with his eyes on her fisted hair strands. She shook her head. "No. I must be insane. It must be. There is no way. "