In this mind full of clutter, this mind they called crazy.
The memories still live, yet the image is now hazy.
This paper understands me, it puts my mind at ease.
With a deep breath, I write and the voices suddenly cease.
My mind deserves an opinion, my thoughts itch for an escape,
my imagination thirsts for freedom, In this reality I can no longer take.
So I drift into the ocean of my deep, mysterious mind and let myself fall
as I slowly unwind.
My thoughts twist into words, eager to be let out.
So much to say...If only I could shout.
ONE voice I hear as I search for these words to express.
ONE thought I hear from the person that I know best.
I feel no fear, anger, nor confusion.
There is no pain, or silly delusion.
My soul is in this ink, as my heart spills on this paper.
In hopes that you'll understand me and are truly in good nature.
So I write. Til' my ONE voice is all that I can hear
I let these words flow and let them wipe away my fear.
I fear love, I fear life, I fear all of reality.
I long for the day that we reach complete totallity.
So I write til' that day comes. I write all that I conceal.
These words are more than letters, there all that seem to heal.
I can't let them take over, what I hear is not real.
I can't let them over come me, keep writting, it will heal.
These words are my home, these words keep me sane.
Writing is all I have, it keeps this mind tame.
In this Schizophrenic mind of mine, I refuse to surrender.