Stolen From Me

I sit here in this silent room hearing the words of people I know and I don't

I am all alone in this room but I hear them nevertheless

The doctor says to take the meds but they don't help anymore

They raise the dosage add more to take care of the side effects one gives me

It's a never ending cycle of "take thisone, take that one, this will calm your nerves, this will give you energy"

 

ENOUGH!!!!!!

 

I JUST WANT TO BE NORMAL!!!

 

WHY CAN'T I JUST THINK

WHY CAN'T I PLAY THE GUITAR LIKE MY DAD AND BROTHER?

 

No I can scream but that's not useful

Nobody wants to listen to someone scream

So I drink

And Drink

Drown myself in the sorrows of my useless ability

 

Alone I sit, hearing those people

Those normal people

They don't hear what I do

Nobody knows

Nobody

Nobody

 

Face the facts I'm stuck like this

Either I deal with the pills or the insanity

I can't choose

But I sit in this room

This silent, dark room

Alone with thoughts not my own

But I have these words

Carved somewhere in my head

 

 

"The end is not near, but the beginning is over"

 

What does it mean

I'm stronger than I was yesterday

Hahahaha

No I'm not

I'm losing my mind more and more everyday

I need to find that somenone

That someone will know what to do when my head spins like this

Hold me, tell me it's ok, ask me to recite my poems

My deepest darkest thoughts, the ones nobody else gets to hear

 

 

She will be my one and only

Ring on her finger

Or will it be His finger

I'm so confused

I'm two people in one body

One is confused the other is scared

 

WHAT DO I DO?!

 

Their names are uinknown but known

I know who they are but they don't know me

We always fight about who we are

Where are my meds to solve this problem???

Did I take them?

Fuck it!! Let's get fucked up...

 

 

My mind is a maze, twists, turns, dead ends

I enjoy it

Nobody else does

They get lost and want out

They realize why I'm alone

Why I am the way I am

 

 

And I sit in this tiny, dark, silent room

Alone with my thoughts

Alone in my life

 

 

"The end is not near, but the beginning is over"

 

I know what it means, but I also don't understand it

Is it even meant for me?

Somebody has to know

Is it you?

Or you?

Or me?

 

When will I know?

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know where this came from but as soon as I start typing it just flows out of me. I have writers block anytime I try to write anything else that isn't my form of poetry or writing. Thank you to those who enjoy the darkness that is my mind and heart. Nothing makes sense, but everything will soon.

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