Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Schizo

Its hard not to listen When its part of his ears The voices dont listen They just instill fears Its like he is two And can't figure which is true He watch to just choose A repulsive song was sung With the black and sour tongues It puts him in a trance And they make him do a dance Stuck in the same motion They keep feeding him this potion Its fuel for the machine Powered by grey matter But the fuel isn't clean Soon blood will splatter On the face of the innocent She just wanted to help But all her coins are spent She just wants to help.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
jaclyn-harlamert
For You?
Written by
jaclyn-harlamert
Published
Jan 5, 2017
Lines·Words
21·110
Notes

Its a wild disorder

Tags
#schizophrenia#schizo
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell jaclyn-harlamert how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write