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.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
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.
