Schizophrenic
Schizophrenic
I look in your eyes, Trying to find the boy I used to know. Now you're surrounded with these chaotic lies, And a demented, twisted sense of reality.
I honestly don't know the misery you're trapped in.
I don't know how to help you,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
I wish I could make your demons fade away, hold you close and make everything okay.
But It's beyond my control, so I put my trust in God. And now I just pray.
By: Debra Easterling
1/31/16
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