Shackles unbound, a man without fear
Existent in his mind, saying death is near
Withered and broken, he stands firm
A survivor, for the lack of a, better term
Not today, he screams to the sky
Sadness avast, not wondering why
Bound to this life, forever intertwined
Without cause, just trying to be kind
Into tomorrow, he waltzes with pride
Always remembering, how life has tried
Listlessly he wanders, a day at a time
With all he has, walking towards his prime
Never let this world, make you feel inferior
Walk with God, life will be much prettier
Stand firm in your life, a day at a time
This i promise, tomorrow will be mine
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 