A daily drunken father
A mother who waits for death
A house unkempt
The bills just almost paid.

Bed wetting.

The "games" the older boys played
"Visitors" while asleep
The crush who liked your friend
The pain that ran too deep.

Disorganised language.

The boyfriend who never called
the bouts of crying making sense of it all
The endless assignments due.
The crticism, first class and thesis too.

Feeling a presence of "God"

The boy you both liked and not
The one who confused you a lot
Working till 5 am
On market research again and again

Delusions.

The confusion that grew and grew
The heightened senses that were all but true
Connecting colossal dots
A higher calling and the lot.

Hearing voices.

Everyone is watching me
I have no privacy
My phone is tapped
And i am trapped
Everyone wearing a disguise
Filling my head with lies.

Paranoia.

A book that burst it's way
Out of me and held sway
Jesus's commands
Abiding by his demands.

Grandiose delusions.

Mountain highs and abyss lows
Shabby clothes, things all over the floor
Manic shopping sprees
Poems buzz in my head like bees
Barely staying awake
Not much from me to take

Mania and Apathy.

"You left this group"
Disabled Facebook
Backed out of the hen night
Everything wrong seems right

Socially withdrawn.

Smoking a near pack
Unironed clothes and slack
Persistent thoughts of death
Messy hair and dried up sweat.

Suicidal thoughts.

A drunken father still
A mother barely paying the bills
Still afraid to soundly sleep
A slow descent of sanity, slow and steep.