I thought you were my friend,
I wrote to you every day, messages I'd send.
But then I realized you were just a fake,
And now my heart can’t stop the ache.

The way you spoke behind my back,
Made me feel foolish for not seeing your act.
But now I cry and try to move on,
Because not all friendships last for long

When the rain falls,
I'll be there.
When the storm comes,
I'll cover your ears.

When everything feels dark,
I'll be there to light it up.
When the clouds grow stormy,
I'll add a little sunshine.

I'll be there through the pain,
And in moments of laughter and joy,
We’ll stick together through thick and thin,
And together, we will conquer anything

It’s unbearable to live like this—
with the words written on the wall.
My imagination runs wild,
talking to people who aren’t real.

Maybe I’ve gone mad.
Or maybe it’s the suffocating silence.

I see.
I hear.
I draw.
I sketch myself a clearer mind,
a little peace.

But the words on the wall—
they know me.
They whisper secrets
no one else should know.

I try to avoid them,
just so I can live.
But how do you avoid
what only you can see?

So I live with them.
I hear voices.
Go crazy.
Draw daisies.

But I’m breaking.

I take my meals,
go to bed,
but I’m fading.

Go to the hospital—
maybe it’s time for a check-up.
And as I tell my story,
the doctors look sorry.

That’s when I knew.
It was incurable.
Simple.

Schizophrenia.
Wow.

But they say I’ll be okay.

Okay?
Would I really be...
okay?