Am I The Crazy One?

This dark cloud helps me do this
Helps me make the cuts on my hip
Why do i do this?
Purely because of depression
The chemicals are all screwed up in my head
The thoughts swirling around in my head
There are unseen battles going on in my head
Battles between Love,Lust,and Sanity
Why must i feel this way?
I cut myself
Watch myself bleed
Its addicting
Bleed just to know your alive
Pain that never ends
I hurt myself so you can't
Most people think I'm crazy
But am I really?
I cut to retain my sanity
If I stop cutting how long will my sanity last?
The pain reminds me of my problems
Reminds me of how many times I've screwed up
Scarlet Reminders
Why must I think this way?
My must my head be so screwed up?
I hate it!
I hate the thoughts that make people think I'm crazy
I'm not the crazy one tho am I?
Who are the ones who conform to everything?
I think it is they who are crazy not me
I am more sane than any of them
At least I try to be me
I don't act like everyone else
I am me
They are all each other
They all act the same
They are like robots
But thats why they think I'm crazy
Because I don't want to be like them
I want to be me
But they want me to be like them
Everyone thinks I'm the one whos crazy
But I think its everyone else who is crazy