I Know Thus ,
The Peeps I Meet and Greet With , Mostly Strangers ,
That I See At Tha Clinic ,
I Would Be Quite Alright With Working With Them To A Better “Brighter” Future ,
Which Jus Means I Have Tha Utmost Better Respect With Tha Strangers Than Those Who Read Books and Books and Books Blah Blah Blah With Tha Spherical Controlling Factor Of Possible Painful Medication ,
and Tha Pain is True For Me , For I HAVE To Feel Needles Worming Into My Flesh Once A Month ,
and I Already Know That Other Schizo’s Would Lissen To me and As Soon As I Said ,
" IT HURTS CAN YOU GIVE ME PILLS INSTEAD (???) " ,
My Schizo Friends Would Instantly Throw Those ■■■■■■■ Needles In A Dumpster and Ban That Shizz ,
and There’s One Gurl Out There Within Thus Earth That I Would Love To Work With , On Other Schizo’s ,
We Could Do Some Really Awesome Shizz For Tha Mental “illness” Community ,
N E Hoo ,
Tha Truth To Schizophrenia Is This ,
-------> We Are Strong . Within A Society Of Violence , & , We Overcome 99% , Sadly When We Fail , Even Jus Politely Lightly , We Have To Pay For Everyone Elses Sins <--------
I Suppose Jus Like Everything Else There’s Some Good With Tha Bad and So Forth ,
But I Have Been BEGGING For My Clinic To STOP With Tha Needles ,
They Have Yet To Stop ,
So That Maze Leads Thus Schizophrenic “patient” To One Leftover Conclusion ,
My Doctor Isn’t Very Good At Her Job ,
and I Am ALSO One Of Tha Strong Ones … .