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Holly  Jan 2015
Schizophernia
Holly Jan 2015
Insane?
Hallucinations and voices.
I think I'm seeing
Something now.
Look! There it is.
What?
You can't see it?
No, I swear
I'm not insane.
It's right there!
A little girl,
Black hair,
Victorian dress.
She's looking at us,
From across the hall.
She's mumbling something.
As she walks closer.
Where is she going?
I think she's coming,
Towards us.
Wait!
Where did you go?
Please don't leave!
Oh no,
The little girl.
She has a knife.
Please come back!
I need your help!
Where did you go?
You just disappeared.
The girl,
I can hear her now.
She's mumbling about
Death
She's lifting the knife.
Where are you?
I need you now.
She's attacking me.
Now, everything's growing
Blurry and dark.
All I feel is a searing pain
All over my body
You left though.
To save yourself.
You let her attack me.
I can't stay awake
Any longer.
Why are the lights so bright?
I only closed my eyes for a minute
They claim I'm in the hospital
They think I tried to **** myself
I told them about you
And the girl
But they don't believe me
Instead, they sent me away.
To a white rubber room
I have a special jacket
It lets me hug myself
They claim I'm insane.
Beyond repair.
They say you aren't real
Nor, is the girl.
They say I have
Schizophrenia
But, you can prove them wrong.
Just introduce yourself.
I've tried to introduce you.
But, they all look at me,
With pity covering their features.
Please, just say hello.
Then, they'll know, that you're real.

— The End —