Psychosis

A severe mental disorder in which thoughts and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality.
I remember when you called me beautiful, you’ve only said it once.
That time you said you needed space, I felt like I’d been punched.
I started clinging to vices —

I stayed high and drunk.
But the liquor never penetrated, I only felt numb.

This has occurred so many times, you’d think that I’d be fine.
I
overthink
and I
under-speak.
I’m a victim to my mind.
Out of all my losses that I feel —
what hurts the most is lost time.
All the hours spent and the days wasted, leaving me slightly past my prime.
Disappointment reigns supreme, over being mad and not knowing.
You decided the race wasn’t worth the run, but you let me keep going.
I learned a lot and I felt a lot,

now I’m finally free.
I knew I loved you way too much.

But not more than I love me. 💯
#LoveAlways #LetsGrow

curated by w.d. herstun
Credits
Written by Jazzo. Edited by Herstun.
Jazzo is quickly reminding me why I fell in love with her writing. She is easily my favorite unpublished writer and I hope to continue to build her resume and find her an industry agent. Books will have her name. I believe that. She can write. Follow her on twitter.
I chose to pair her with Patrick Dougher because his work is so amazing. He takes my breath away with his prolific mixed media creations and paintings. Follow Patrick on Instagram.
(All of the artwork featured in this post is for sale as of the date of publication. Please visit www.godbodyart.com)
Beautiful👏🏾
This poem is the bomb! I love it. It’s so relevant!