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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 6:21 pm
Schizophrenia
Withdrawing into myself, hoping everything ends well
Shaking, rocking back and forth, tears in my eyes swell
No one seems to understand,
All I want is a helping hand,
Looked down on
Cast away
Felt by no one
Never to stay
All alone
I drift away
No one can be loved this way
What did I do wrong?
Is it my fault?
Is it me they see as sick?
I laugh to myself, I understand why
The world seems so funny
Because it has to be
It has to be!
It has to be!
I see things others don’t
I hear things others won’t
Kill them because they say
All must be this way
Children died today
Blood marked their graves
If allowed to live
No mercy would they give
Strangle the small boy
They’re out to get me!
Suffocate the girl
They want to kill me!
It was self defense
Please don’t let them shoot me!
I took up the offense
You will never kill me!
Torment in my cell
Stories I’ll never tell
Victims buried in the back
Of my small, brown shack
Withdrawing into myself, hoping everything ends well
Shaking, rocking back and forth, tears in my eyes swell
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:38 pm
I will tell you this, my friend...
My best friend since high school has Schizophrenia.
I have seen what it can do to people first hand. And, I have watched it eat away at him for some time. But, with the help of me, and his family and very close friends, we have pulled him back from what he once was, for the darkness that once enveloped him.
No matter what.. There is always a light somewhere. Remember what we talked about tonight, my friend.
_Vincent
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