by R. Hyden
A poem I wrote as therapy
|I fight with my mind through the depths of my brain, I’m searching and searching for that unbearable pain.
I’m sad and lonely in my world of voices, attacking my sanity and removing my choices.
Why must it be a sentence of crazy, judging my fears, my phobias you just think I’m lazy
As I live in my world alone and so cold, you all think I’m crazy, that’s what I’m told.
I don’t have a life and my friends are so few, I can count on my hand one and then two
I am given a choice between voices and dread, or I can live like a zombie taking the med.
The future looks dark so empty and vast, it will only get better if I let go of the past.
I wish I could tell you no worries I’m fine, but it’s not up to me it’s all in my mind.
Rob Hyden *in plain sight*