What have I become?
No cave to hide or island to run
They can't see them, why can I?
Fading reality through these eyes
Dealing with this all in my head
Life has long grown to pure dread
Am I really a danger to them?
They don't feel safe when I come in
With some way to show them they'd understand
That I'm not crazy and only damned
These constant footsteps on the floor
This constant banging on my door
Figure next to my bed are hard to ignore
Often I wish I were blind
To never see them a second time
The medications only sedate me enough to sleep
They never truly lead to peace
Locking me up and shutting me out
These padded walls I should live without
Who could love someone that's schizophrenic?
Someone who's always highly medicated?
I keep the lights on for my protection
How could I ever bare any children?
Let me end it all, it's too hard to stay
No one should ever have to live this way
I'm so alone and constantly hiding
Because everywhere I go they find me
Everywhere I go they find me
A really great poem, you have to fight the demons. You have to keep fighting. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, For Paul Blackburn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write here. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Adeline