schizophrenia

[bloody suicide]

there is a girl sitting in a corner

she rocks gently shaking

 

black tears run down her cheeks

she mumbles softly, talking to air.

 

she thinks mentally,

"I wish I had a mother that cared"

 

I go crazy within the confines of this room,

I believe to be doomed.

 

the doctor said I have an disorder,

the reason for all my pain.

 

he says I think with my heart not my brain.

I feel lonely in this place.

 

who will love me and show me a kind face?

 

schizophrenia my doctor calls my pain,

but he needs to know,

my hearts the broken one,

not my brain.