Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

With my waking eyes
I see a distance
Incomplete and insecure
Intoxicated with thought
Reduced to a fraction of a whole

Listless and longing
Notions never over neurotic
The emotional distress
It weighs on internal truth
Never to see

Plagued existence
Onset of truth
I am not who I was
Someone or something
It lingers

Insistent on incessancy
Reluctant to overcome
Over and over it goes
The thoughts never cease
Fractured listlessness

In truth
It could be worse I guess
I could not think at all
All in how you look at it
Hmm…