One of my many woes.
Scitzophrenia
Ya i got it
And they say I’m psychotic
But really my brains just dry rotted
So many voices and only one me
Theres Erin, shauna, and the crying baby
They all scream they all shout
There everywhere theres a chance for doubt
They scream in my head
Bitch you’d be better off dead
They cry and wine
Endlessly over time
Its starting to wear
When they push away anyone who dares to care
But hey I’m just me
Well them to but it takes some understanding
To work your way through
They trust no one
Not even me
They hate all of you
As you can probably see
First there’s Erin she’s a cruel bitch
She’s the leader of the group the head witch
She loves pain
And sufferings a must
She has this never ending lust
She must see people destroyed
Every girl and every boy
This life’s her game and I’m her toy
A puppet on strings if you may
She controls my life each and every day
Then there’s shauna she’s a slut
Willing to become anyones playful mut
She’s willing to roll over and play dead
As long as you get her her fix she’ll throw you in bed
She’s nasty down right sad
Has an addiction to pills thats real bad
Loves it when particles sift up her nose
Where will she end up
I think we all know
Then there’s the baby She’s so so sad
She sits in a corner
Like she’s been bad
She cry’s all day and i Don’t know why
She won’t tell me she just continues to cry
She’s hurt and scared with bruises on each arm
She’s been chewed up and spit on so many times
The corners the only place she feels safe in my mind
Ya theres a few more without names
They just drift around and rattle my cage
Increase my rage
They all laugh when it gets to much
But hey i got these drugs right now
And there my crutch
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