Crazy

It's crazy that I still want to do, even when I don't want to do it...
Crazy enough when I wake up each morning I still want to do something with that day...
Crazy that I want to share emotional things with people but don't...
Crazy that I have most of my working parts.
Crazy that I feel misplaced.
It's crazy that one day, it'll all make sense.
It feels crazy because I have nowhere to go...
It's crazy what thoughts actually run around in my head as I type this...
Crazy that I haven't given into that yet.
And that's crazy, because one day, I will.
It's crazy to miss something you never had...
Even crazier to not want something you did at one time.
It feels crazy not being comfortable... All the damn time.
Just as crazy to not be able to pinpoint the good moments as you exist within the good.
I'm crazy for even wanting to say that right now, so I won't.
It's crazy just trying to deal.
With that and all the craziness that comes with it.

And to the rest of the world...

It's all sanity to you.