Memories of discontent, flood an absolute mind
Disappointing disassociation swarms every sane notion
To become lost, is but a finding of self
Diving into insanity is an utter deprivation
Never think, to only question why
These insanities have but one hold on us
The destruction of our own selves
We have nothing left
This rejection is an absence of self
Diluted in oceans of confusion
To become lost in our memories
Never to be seen again
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 