Can you hear my screams
Can you hear the voices that call to me
Can you hear the pain that pours from the seams
And the demons that come through the night to terrorize me
Am I really just crazy?
And whats is a Schizophrenic
So you're saying that all the voice in my head are of my own making
Why would I do that to myself , why would I want to hurt me
It's a lady this time
she seems to really care
but we haven't gotten there yet , there are still secrets left to share
the skeletons in my closet, I choose to leave there
I don't know if I can trust her advice is very common
she says silence will help
silents keeps the monsters away , or at least it keeps them at bay so that you make it to a new day
but she is yet again wrong, she can never truly understand
yes, silence quiets the noise and the people of today and yesterday
but yet and still it awakens the pain
Pain is as common as the tide
and happiness waxes and wanes like the moon
no matter how much darkness it always seems to shine
the moon is always there never seems to move
just as my cries never seem to dry
man endless river of tears
and the current is so strong , I went for a swim anyway I thought maybe it would right some of my wrongs
i tried to scream , but I was already under my body drowned but my spirit yet wondered
My funeral was beautiful
Many of my "friends" were really strangers
And the girls that made me cry
Now had their own tears
It amazes me the pain I see in everyone's eyes
Not a pain of sorrow and grief
More so of regret from what the did to me
The pain, tears,and cries that you caused
Really hurt back then and the sad part is
You read my words and still don't hear the voice that's within
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Author:
kenzie2.0 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem at firsts it was a diary entry. This is the first poems I've written so please give me constructive criticism. The story is broken down into four main parts. Part one being me trying to find my identity and wondering if anyone will ever see me. Part two is therapy I've been many times and somehow it never really helped me partly because I couldn't connect. Part three being the way I've given up and I've lost the best parts of me. Lastly, part four my funeral, if I was to die who would be there. Probably many people who cause me to go out the way I did , and still me wondering will I ever be heard.
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I hear you too my friend. Several in my family are survivors - getting the correct medication dosage has been the key and then sticking with it - even if it means for life. Check out NAMI too. I'd like to see a dream of your resurrection rather than your funeral when the ink from your pen flows again.
I have schizophrenia and I'm going to be creamated
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