My Schizophrenia
Since I cannot cure my schizophrenia
I decided to end my owned dilemma
I looked for a rope to hang my head
But split in two, that old rope left me undead
But that was not enough to stop my will
In our kitchen, a shining blade
But I pause for awhile for the reason
That I might pass out undead
So I then looked for a key
To open the cabinet
Unsealed the gun that was strictly kept
To put into my head that one tiny bullet
Just one shot and for sure I'll be lucky dead
I pulled the trigger it didn't clicked
Then I realized I've never done any
I'm stocked in my lonely room
Chatting with nymphs, those god's so holy
Then I began to chill, facing demon and ghost so scary
My world was full with delusions
I can fight no more this emotion
Since they cannot cure my schizophrenia
How I wished to end my owned dilemma
But how can I?
They don't want me to
I was incarcerated in this empty room
No rope to hang this head
No blade to slash my pulse
No gun to point in my head...
written: July 01, 2014
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