Feb 2016
Schizophrenia is a private cell
Reserved for just one in the depths of Hell,
A place without an exact location,
A damnation found in desperation
For an escape from feeling trapped inside
The spot you sought refuge and tried to hide
From vicious voices, all disembodied.
Solitude's precious, but also oddly
Does enough to make you feel too alone.
Perhaps you'll miss some voice's monotone
Droning that lectured, but still seemed to care,
Though some of those voices wrought your despair.
You mustn't forget some voices are real,
And yet, those can often cause your ordeals.
Reserved for just one in the depths of Hell,
A place without an exact location,
A damnation found in desperation
For an escape from feeling trapped inside
The spot you sought refuge and tried to hide
From vicious voices, all disembodied.
Solitude's precious, but also oddly
Does enough to make you feel too alone.
Perhaps you'll miss some voice's monotone
Droning that lectured, but still seemed to care,
Though some of those voices wrought your despair.
You mustn't forget some voices are real,
And yet, those can often cause your ordeals.
I'm not exactly aiming to romanticize this debilitating illness. I'm a sufferer of it, and was hoping to convey how I experience part of it. I don't mind anyone writing about it, but I seriously don't understand why some people think they want it. I can absolutely assure you it's nothing but a living nightmare that can last a lifetime. To desire such horrendous atrocities for yourself is a sign that you're seriously misguided.
