Seemingly distant, the thoughts begin to cascade
Wretched impurities questioned not, but still plague
A knife pointed inward as the mindless invade
All the while, the process seems so vague
Onto another as the circus withers on
Entitled to a reason, but left to wonder alone
The mind raped of that which I don’t condone
The simple skills that I can’t seem to own
The gap close, but still so far off in a way
To a hope that seems fake, inside a distant shade
Hopelessness seems blue, and happiness grey
Bleeds away as the world seems to fade
Hope lives, where listlessness dies
A distance in truth that none can disguise
Hope lives, and one day, I will rise
Until then, I think I’ll just stay and hide
Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts 