Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

In the eyes of our fathers, we have fallen
The broken pieces, dust in the wind
An onslaught of emotion, then I am broken
Take me to the edge, I won’t return

Fragments of segregated emotions,
Absent pieces, empty existence nonexistent
Shattered reasoning, subdued conscience
We won’t last through the winter,

Demonic reasoning, shifty impulses
Illness inside, listlessly existing
What have we become, my friend
The reflected image, an existent stranger

Self loath the inner you, the true self
Sinister cynicism, insistent insanity
We are nothing, and you are no one
No one else exists here…