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Alone in my sanctuary
Your angry whispers breathed upon my neck
Why are you here? Leave me in solitary
I'm a subject of your devious trick
My sense are starting to fail me
These visions are making me sick
Your attempts to harm me are relentless
Your actions leave me in distress
Your not imaginary, I'll make you confess
My palms are wet, unable to move
The sound of voices fills my room
The existence of this being I must prove
No one believes me, they think I'm ill
Those people in white are knocking at my door
I hope its time for my pill
- by WobbleJWeebles |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/29/2009 |
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- Title: Schizophrenia?
- Artist: WobbleJWeebles
- Description: A poem that describes what might be going through a mental patient's mind. But are they really mentally ill, or do they see what is real while we are blind to the truth?
- Date: 07/29/2009
- Tags: schizophrenia
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Comments (2 Comments)
- luvd_n_forgotten - 10/21/2009
- Hey this is sick! Love it! Really maks yu think whats really happening inside their headz! ^_>~
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- chickwhoisnuts - 07/30/2009
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And Im supposed to relate to this?.....Theres no wigs at all mentioned in this poem! ^_~
But know it was really good...very deep. Not a subject many people write about... - Report As Spam