Past Tense

Thoughts of suicide are like butterflies that flutter across my mind
Neglected ideas of temptations I try to find
Mental illness is a stillness in which I reside
I show motion pictures while in the darkness I hide
Afraid of what freedom could get me
Unwanted desires and ideas as society sheds me
Am I that unwanted past tense?
Am I that which makes no sense?
Nonsense is sense to the nonsensical
Living life in hopes of becoming a musical
Both an unrealistic dream
Both just life-trains running out of steam

Poetry Credit: Me
Photo Credit: Me