My Sanity

Usually I feel fine Tonight I don't I want to throw a violent tantrum Like a 4 year old Who can't find any other way To express his anger I want to rip my hair out Curl up in a ball Cry til my carpet sponges with salty tears I want to scream that I can't I just can't do it anymore Say that the voices The ones in my head They told me to cry and cuss and break Then my sanity cradles me in its arms I don't give up anymore Suddenly I'm 17 I take in expansious deep breathes I'm the master of my emotions again I primp and pick my hair Roll up my back one vertebrae at a time I'm still not sure if I can make it But the voices I'm my head They no longer whisper eerie nothings I examine my body I'm okay physically, not mentally The one good thing I can say My sanity had a face It was his face His skinny built arms that picked me up His rough hands and long fingers That wiped my tears away And wiped my tears away And he wiped my tears away In my aftermath A question occured Was it my sanity or him That saved me from myself? He'd be my one thing to take If I were deserted on an island