“come closer”
madness whispers.
yet i am as close as one could get.
so i start to wonder what the madness means.
does it want me to come closer to the edge.
does it want me to scream till i’m dead.
i’m still not sure.
but i live with the madness.
it likes to jump in my head.
pound. pound.
right up to the point where i can’t hear a sound.
so madness talks instead.
“finally i’ve got your attention”
madness cries.
i ask madness what it’s name is.
“name me”
is all it says.
i decide it’s crazy.
and ignore it instead.
i started to stop eating.
madness once told me that food made him mad.
made him feel bad.
sad even.
“you’re just like me”
madnesses laughs.
i don’t understand.
i’m not mad.
maybe i need to go get madness checked.
he’s starting to sound kind of rude.
i worry all the time.
i worry that people will leave.
run away from me.
or forget i even exist.
so most times I keep quiet.
“don’t worry you’ve got me”
madness says under his breath.
he’s right.
i don’t need them.
i have madness as a friend.