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IV. DEARLY BELOVED
Dearly Beloved, are you listening?
Merlin, I'm losing it. I can see myself in the mirror, wasting away, drowning in my bloody hand print.
I can't remember a word that you were saying.
Losing focus, losing care. Losing all sanity. Maybe that's what was keeping me hanging on. Well, I want to let go.
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
But I don't think I can. I have to stay here. Because something won't let me go. Maybe it's because I'm crazy. I'm losing it.
The space that's in between insane and insecure.
I'm collapsing into my heart. My breaking, bleeding heart. And there's nothing I can do.
Oh therapy can you please fill the void?
Talking to yourself must mean you're going, right? I talk to the reflection. Tell it to choke on the blood.
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Pleading that it will drown.
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,
But it never does, so everyday another tally is added and I lose more life.
For the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse.
And that's my life, every day. Another encounter with my father leads me to stumble into the marble room. The glare from the lights gets brighter all the time, the marble just waiting to show my masterpieces to the world. But until then, they are hidden under my charms. Until then, no one will care.