Comfortably Numb

There's comfort in the panic

in my anxiety

I know my manic

rely on it artistically

happiness is beautiful

but my best stems from the ugly

from the rage

from the traumatic

I'm fueled

by the darkest parts inside of me

the odd and the unusual

the abusive and the brutal

the mean and cruel

from rejection and refusal

and the lack of approval

my writing

is biding

next time I'll cry

or aligning with that constant feeling

of me wanting to die

like I'm always on the verge

of losing my last nerve

and that is when my poetry is at its full worth

and potential

I function best through the detrimental

amidst the wreckage

I deliver the best message

chaos is my norm

it's in the middle of my brokenness

that my best lines take form

when I'm shattered

battered

tattered and worn

when I'm at !my weakest

that is when

my strongest pieces are born