schizophrenic

Listen to my empty screams,
i scream because they're real.
I scream because i fear these things,
That you can't see or feel.

They creep into my room at night,
And haunt me in the day.
I scream because i've always known,
I have to stay awake.

Cause' if i sleep i know that they,
Will come to me through dreams.
Nothings ever been quite right,
Nothing is what it seems.

you call me schizophrenic,
and say this can be fixed,
and that will be the label to,
this suicidal twist.

No one has ever believed me,
no one ever will.
the voices that call out my name,
This medicine won't heal.

Yet still you tell me take another,
Swallow one more dose.
What seems so funny to me is,
You think you're getting close.

But there is no way to fix this,
I'm nearing my own end.
the voices they will make me break,
Won't have a chance to bend.

Reviews

[Jenna]

WOW. I have nothing else that I can say. What and extremely powerful poem...i love it and its message.