4.48 Sara Kane

At 4.48
when sanity visits
for one hour and twelve minutes I am in my right mind.
When it has passed I shall be gone again,
a fragmented puppet, a grotesque fool.
Now I am here I can see myself
but when I am charmed by vile delusions of happiness,
the foul magic of this engine of sorcery,
I cannot touch my essential self.

Why do you believe me then and not now?

Remember the light and believe the light.
Nothing matters more.
Stop judging by appearances and make a right judgement.

- It´s all right. You will get better.

-Your disbelief cures nothing.

Look away from me.