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Schizophrenia
Contributed by
banda5k1
on
Sunday, 23rd October 2011 @ 05:04:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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I sit here, in my room, staring at walls covered in writing and ranting from inspirations past.
Leave this place! I can hear your thoughts! Kill Kill! NO! Yes Yes Yes The train goes choo choo
They say…
And I laugh
Breathing heavily I realize I need to pee.
I can hear voices coming from the hall outside my room
Not wishing to be seen I pee in a jar beside my bed
And put it with the others I’ve collected over time.
I like to leave at night, when the people are asleep
And not watching me from the windows and cars which want to run me over
Their stares are like pin needles that break my skin and cause me to bleed to the death I only wish I could have.
I feel like I’m the only sane one left of all these animals howling at a moon made of rock and cheese
I’m a genius who writes genius stories, genius poetry, and draws genius artwork.
I’ve shown a few people my poetry, my stories, and my artwork, but their opinions are WRONG!
I stare at the jar beside my bed and wonder what it tastes like…
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banda5k1
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2011-10-23 17:04:02] (Date/Time posted on
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