i wash my body slowly while the water taps my head in a fast rhythm. I keep my head down trying not to be somber. i can only think of my thoughts.
I turn the faucet off to dry. I walk to my room and this is when the horror begins. I hear the mutters and whisper and them talking to their friends. No I don't live with people, I live by myself. I live with objects that persuade me into being someone else.
They stare, wink, and blank at me. They breathe so loud it annoys me. I don't go out anymore because they tell me they are all i need. and When i lay at night my socks stare at me.
My pillow talks to me and makes conversation, while my head is sideways listening. It whispers in my ear softly. I slowly ache for a warm touch not by the sounds of a blanket. I do not see things that are there but instead I hear them.
i search on the search bars online to find something but theres nothing to help. not a remedy or help. If i could cut off my ears then what would be left is my eyes, suppose I keep them shut into morning turns into the cold depths of night. "LORD IF YOU COULD JUST GIVE ME STRENGTH" I scream. its become to much to bare. i am slowly becoming aware.
i see and hear everything i touch. i cry but i can not help. I believe i am turning into someone. In 10 days you give me exact, my mind will crack. And break like the soul i have to bare.
I am erring and yearning for something to fix me. My lady would have help me. for she left me because of the objects. my mind begans to break and i began to scream uncontrollably. " LEAVE ME ALONE" " STOP PLEASE" i beg. i beg. i beg. i am no longer a man. i am the mind.
maybe i was delusional but its too late. this depressing note i left you to read. to not honor me for what i have and thee i have sought to bring out of others. i am no man. i am personification. i am the able. i am the mind of a schizophrenic.
