Vercalos

I just got off of work, and I was driving down the road to get home, after picking up something for lunch, then a thought occured to me as I drove; am I still sane? I asked myself in my mind, as the radio blared some modern music, tuned into KROQ, a local rock and roll station.  How can anyone have gone through what I have and still remain sane? My mind continued, with little regard for my emotional state.  But strangely, I didn't sink into depression, my thoughts didn't even continue to question my sanity for much longer...  But then I wondered, how can anyone be sane in this insane world?  This world is full of such conflicting ideas and ru

You tell me to fly, Yet you clip my wings. I ask you why, You tell me to sing. You cannot see that you're driving me mad, But you push and push me closer to the edge. You insult me for trying even when I'm sad, But you shove me closer and closer to the ledge. Why can't you display any love, even a token? Why can't you see my spirit is broken? Why can't you see that I cannot fly? Why can't you just tell me why? You don't know how many times I prayed for death, You don't know how hard I've tried, You just pushed me and ripped me bereft. You just pushed me even when I cried. Why can't you display any love, even a token? Why can'