This is not a poem just some phrases to explain my past psychosis.

I lived in complete darkness full of sad noises,
strange images
and blurry figures.

I lived in complete darkness with no love,
no emotions
and no feelings.

I kept asking myself "what's going on",
"is this the end"
and "will this ever end".

I saw spiders,
mouses
and more animals on my wall.

I heard voices ,
noises
and some of them were in my head.

I couldn't think,
sleep
or live.

I couldn't be.

I couldn't be me.

I wasn't me.

I wished i could die, so this all would end.