Schizophrenia Draft
At first you're in a cloud. But you're not high.
The pills have sucked your dopamine dry.
Most times, you just don't want to try.
Honestly, most times you want to die.
Cast out from society
Split from their reality.
To you, the so called crazy one.
You see media as one big falicy.
They feed you the news. But you just don't bite.
So you're alone every night.
You hide away. Scared people will see the crazy in your eyes.
You tell lies to the doctor,. Yes sir, I'm fine.
But you aren't...
So you know you will never stop these pills
It will be this way for ever.
And all you can think is.
Whatever...
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2020
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