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Schizophrenia
I make sure
To write everything he says
Because hes my only friend
But just to made sure I wont forget
He suggested
I'll write on my flesh
Everything he says
So sometimes
When I feel alone
And he wont answer me
I look at all the words
He told me
'You're beautiful'
I know I am
'Who needs her any way?'
I know I don't
'Kill the neighbor'
I remember his pleads..
But now I'm happy again
Because I can make my only friend
Happy once more
By inflicting the pain
By curving the words
I curved the last request
Of the friend in my head
On the last piece of flesh
That was empty
It fit in perfectly
Becasue I was happy
To make my only friend
Smile again
So I took the hook
And slit my throat
And said goodbye
To the voice who was
My entire world
But we all love dark
This was more about my grandma. I was tasked with helping re-send her tax reduction files due to various reasons, health problems being one of them. So I've discovered she suffers from Schizophrenia, and tried to imagine how its like.
Thanks for the care and critisism nontheless.
There is only one friendWho
There is only one friend
Who can heal every wound,
He lies under the pain,
Of one's darkness and gloom,
He is forthright and fair,
And all hurdles he'll jump,
If only he could see past his personal dump,
The mirror is fogged with his personal junk.
Shit happens.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Dang! You've been going super
Dang! You've been going super dark lately. I hope you don't really cut yourself. This write awakened my little fearful friend that lives inside me.
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