Dear Schizophrenia,
Please get out of my life. I ignored you for a very long time, seeing what happens to others with the condition. You manage to get their freedoms taken away, you hurt their bodies with the drugs that they give them, and you constantly make us think people are laughing at them. You are my passenger trying to boss me around. You scramble my thoughts and you help me ruin my relationships.
You are illogical, violent, and selfish. You re run my past like a super 8 movie. Every mistake I made, every failure I achieved, you keep reminding me that I am meant for something greater. Then you show me that the worst is yet to come. Silence! Can I please think in a mathmatical process? Please let me listen to reality?
Ah, you bring such experiences and wild dreams that no illusion can ever bring. My imagination is a different dimension waiting to be put on paper. Still its an illusion. You don't really make me special, you make me look scary, desperate, needy and weak. I don't react to threats, or to social ques until its to late. Then you dangle it in my face on a that super 8 film again telling me how I wasted an opportunity and tell me what I should of done. You paralyze me, and make me indecisive. Then at any given time you take that pain and regret and turn it to aggression and improvisation. The life of the party or the obnoxious loud mouth.
I hide now, no people no pain. In the desert I can remember my name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give me no pain. I thought I have beaten you. You can't fight me with no new film. Oh...you'll just use to old stuff...really Schizo...just leave man...and while you are at it..turn the volume down on the radio..static is boring.
Sincerely, f**k...I don't know anymore.
14 Aug 2014, 7:36 am
