The voices in my head were
all my friends, except for the few that were filthy.
I found my voices to be quite entertaining. Most
people think that hearing voices is the worst part
about having schizophrenia or a related disorder,
but the depression, apathy, and general 'flat' feeling
that precede and follow each period of psychosis
is much worse than the actual voices. I wrote this
poem about a period, when 'I lived a life with naught
but a feeling of emptiness lingering inside of me.'
Every note
of passion in my soul,
Died in a melancholy refrain.
This heart of mine, once pumped up, inspired to
inflate,
And trumpeted by the breath of fate,
Burst.
A blue echo resounds throughout the hole
Inside; it is the lone remain.
