A Brilliant Madness

I am alone,
but I am with someone
and she, too, feels alone.
We drink and laugh and sleep
and party and work
and work and work alone.

Hell is a series
of watching her come
and go.
Hell is in her eyes
from what she has seen.
And sometimes going through hell
means falling deeply
in love.

You seemed fine
the last time we spoke.
You seemed better,
as if somewhere in this
endless dark space
you found a map,
and it led you
out of this world.
I hope you find what
you're looking for.
I hope you come back soon.

I now understand
why people go mad
over nothing.
Sometimes the mind
is a terrible place.

The people look like rain,
always falling into things.
Always dying into things.
Always loving and hurting for things.
Things the rain would fall for,
but would never live to understand.

Different people bring out
different sides of me

People are even harder.
There are two types of people.
Lovers who make love.
Lovers who can't make love.
None know how to stay.

Listen kid.
You have to do things
for yourself before you
do things for other people.
Love yourself,
then love other people.
Trust yourself,
then trust other people.
Be kind to yourself.
Be good to yourself.
When it is time for other people,
it will be time for other people
but right now you have to save
yourself before you can save
other people.

I hope you find what
you're looking for.
I hope you come back soon.

Wake up,
the American dream is a nightmare