Schizoid Does Sound Like a Funny Word: But As Schizophrenics, We Find It To Be Terribly Offensive

My psyche's playground Is a horrific landscape: There is no escape From the snagging cleft Of its jagged inlay, As steep as a million years of seeping blood Coagulated through coldheartedness Confusion and subterfuge - It's like coming home when your lover's asleep, Or breaking a promise by taking a peek; Personal experience tells me, That right about now, It is nearly time for me To take my extended leave... ...Can we keep this between you and me, Exclusively? I never really liked you very much anyway; But why should we let something like that Stand in our way? And try and hold us back? Or stop us from running away? Maybe even together (someday) But not necessarily on the same planet... ...Is this a joke? A poem? Or an insult? I don't think I get it? I really cannot be expected To know the correct answers To these specific types Of metaphysical questions; Yet... ...That's what makes me an artist...well, isn't it? What are you?! - A friggin' idiot?! Don't answer that: I was just starting to like you, Even though, it is true what they say: I do think you are incredibly stupid Considering your unexpected age... ...But we can still be fair-weather friends Whenever it isn't raining again...Is it just me? Or is it always raining these days? I can evoke a joke or a poem From almost any known substance Comparable to injustice! So why then, won't anyone pay me for my poetry?! Is it because I'm still drinking too heavily? Somebody, anybody - Seriously, please; just kill me # They call this "topical" humor, but I still don't get it... ...And I feel like I'm running out of time to "get-with-it" - Any suggestions would be appreciated....