Or else you’ll wind up dead, by the time it hasn’t been said, anything different, and that’s a given.
The way we living
may not always be right, but if we put our cards together we just might, live one day at a time, and be fine. The voices, make our choices, but they’re only noises, we can fight them like sorcerers fight dragons, with magic.
But instead of magic we use medication, might have to take it for the duration of our lives, but it’s better than going into the hospital every five, months, truth be told I don’t wanna do that once, more! Are we awesome though, sure! Okay when it comes to rhyming I’m somewhat of a pro, now you go!
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If anything was easy to do, it’d be schizo and just sit and stew.
Yet I’d never really wish it upon you.
I can’t move on from the war, military in my head.
They like to play games with my mind and see if I wind up dead.
It’s a screwjob because it’s a little show to them.
And when they violate my mind they say never again.
Never again repetitiously, like hypnotizing a childs soul.
Truthfully it doesn’t always seem like schizo…
more like mind control.
I blend lines constantly that define for me what is really real.
I keep on going somehow, no matter how my voices feel.
If I could have a quiet mind I still won’t think they left.
They’ll always be there watching me, until my very death.
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