Oct 2015
Was that a dog?
Was it a pair of feet?
Was it real?
Or was it me?
The actors in the show aren't acting,
They're real.
There's no producer no casting,
And I feel,
I feel every thing that happens,
And it's like I'm going through it.
Even when the show ends,
replay and it's like new again.
What was i just doing?
I can't stay still my mind keeps on moving.
am I dead?
Am i alive?
is this my after life?
Can people see me?
Am i here?
i fear nothing but fear.
I cant be alone,
these two will **** each other.
it's hard to have so many personalities
one cant escape another.
papers
clothes
trash
everywhere
my thoughts
my feelings
buried somewhere under there
my voice
is overcome
by more voices
than one
mine is the weakest
schizophrenia is so hard to love.
maybe thats why no one does.
maybe thats why im not wanted.
depressed for a week \
happy for a day
suicidal for 3 years
i just want to go away
i cant control my thoughts
i cant control my actions
i cant help whats wrong
matter of fact who can then?
feels like no one.
medicine and hospitals
i know thats where ill end up
wont be the first time you know.
second,
third,
i really dont even care
i hate it so much on the outside what does it matter if i get locked up there?
mood swings
heavy
so heavy the metal bends
bipolar girl gets worse
she's all ****** up in the head.
i want to **** myself
obviously not enough to have done it
ive tried so many times but every time just wasnt working
pills
syrup
poison
cuts
suffocation
hanging
and i still wont give up
why me why cant i
fly free
like i was supposed to
why must i go through
life being;
so sick and poisoned
im a sweet girl
because of my sickness youd never know it.
it gets worse over time and my mind just keeps on showing.
im forgetting how to spell
where i left my keys
i'm forgetting how i fell
where i left my ID
did i do that
did it happen?
was it a dream?
did i imagine?
whats happening?
what is life?
none of this is real
its all a lie.
i cant help it
twisted mind
i wish i was normal
sickness of mine.
Was it a pair of feet?
Was it real?
Or was it me?
The actors in the show aren't acting,
They're real.
There's no producer no casting,
And I feel,
I feel every thing that happens,
And it's like I'm going through it.
Even when the show ends,
replay and it's like new again.
What was i just doing?
I can't stay still my mind keeps on moving.
am I dead?
Am i alive?
is this my after life?
Can people see me?
Am i here?
i fear nothing but fear.
I cant be alone,
these two will **** each other.
it's hard to have so many personalities
one cant escape another.
papers
clothes
trash
everywhere
my thoughts
my feelings
buried somewhere under there
my voice
is overcome
by more voices
than one
mine is the weakest
schizophrenia is so hard to love.
maybe thats why no one does.
maybe thats why im not wanted.
depressed for a week \
happy for a day
suicidal for 3 years
i just want to go away
i cant control my thoughts
i cant control my actions
i cant help whats wrong
matter of fact who can then?
feels like no one.
medicine and hospitals
i know thats where ill end up
wont be the first time you know.
second,
third,
i really dont even care
i hate it so much on the outside what does it matter if i get locked up there?
mood swings
heavy
so heavy the metal bends
bipolar girl gets worse
she's all ****** up in the head.
i want to **** myself
obviously not enough to have done it
ive tried so many times but every time just wasnt working
pills
syrup
poison
cuts
suffocation
hanging
and i still wont give up
why me why cant i
fly free
like i was supposed to
why must i go through
life being;
so sick and poisoned
im a sweet girl
because of my sickness youd never know it.
it gets worse over time and my mind just keeps on showing.
im forgetting how to spell
where i left my keys
i'm forgetting how i fell
where i left my ID
did i do that
did it happen?
was it a dream?
did i imagine?
whats happening?
what is life?
none of this is real
its all a lie.
i cant help it
twisted mind
i wish i was normal
sickness of mine.
