There are two worlds I live in. Two worlds with two of me. One is
bright and sunshine.
The other is dark and far off, with cobwebs and maggots. I like to
pretend that the dark world is non exciting.
But it does...
It lives and thrives inside me, pulsing like a wound.
And then there is the other girl with sharp teeth and a wicked smile.
She haunts me and teases me.
I tell myself to remember the pretty girl with sunshine smiles and a candy heart, but i am afraid,
she is beginning to flicker and fade like a dying candle.
In this real world that i live in im crazy. but maybe its the world that is crazy, not me.