Sometimes...

Sometimes I hate the words that come out of my mouth, the thoughts that go through my brain, the way I feel dark and lost, the way my mind falls into shadow and it feels like I can't climb out. The way I sometimes feel I don't matter, the way I feel God has turned a blind eye. The way I sometimes feel empty, the way it seems I am only talking to myself and no one is listening. But sometimes I laugh and think I like being crazy. I like that the only ones who understand me are the ones who have sat in the dark, the ones who have felt alone, the ones who have reached out and just by chance grasped a hand of someone who was reaching for the same understanding. That when the shit hits the fan and it all falls down, we can cling to one another and know we were not alone.