The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

I haven't always loved myself. I wonder if I ever have at all. Sure there have been fleeting moments of appreciation and prowess on my part but in the end I am just a slug under my very own pile of salt. I get off on minimizing and cutting myself down. There is little room for self love when you're consumed by all the reasons that the world gives you to hate yourself. Am I crazy? Or is that just the way life is? Chasing the proverbial dragon... Searching for a feeling, something that doesn't exist. Happiness isn't as organic as it should be. Sure it tastes good but "Happiness" is nothing more than Mountain Dew. A confectionary, sonic green, un-natural beverage that we ravenously drink down to get through the day. It perks us up but it's full of shit and inevitably at some point you crash and crash hard. Life is like this giant, expensive magic show. We love to watch the magician and we're entertained by his tricks but in the end we all know it...

When my world was shaken like a snow globe and there seemed to be nobody watching the pieces fall all around me, burying me; you found me. You found me. When I thought that I could never smile or laugh again and I forgot what my happiness looked like; you saw me. You saw me. When I couldn't stand up and I fell with every step that I just couldn't take; you held me. You held me. When I was silent but my tears were screaming; you heard me. You heard me. When I was a ghost haunting and living inside my residual life; you felt me. You felt me. When I couldn't wake up and the nightmares became real; you woke me. You woke me. When I got hung up in my darkness and I couldn't move on; you pushed me. You pushed me. When nobody else could not even myself; you loved me. You love me.