Whispers of the Soul

Peychotic Disorder

A War Inside

In the depths of my mind, a war rages on,
Battles of shadows where reason is gone.
With echoes of voices that rise like the tide,
I stand at the forefront, but I cannot hide.

The sirens are wailing, a cacophony loud,
Thoughts charge like soldiers, unruly and proud.
Confusion, my enemy, cloaked in disguise,
Attacks with precision, striking straight at my eyes.

Each day is a skirmish, each moment a fight,
Navigating trenches, I search for the light.
In the chaos, I falter, my footing unsure,
Waging a war where no peace can endure.

With every new vision, I brace for the blast,
Memories scattered like shrapnel from the past.
The landscape is shifting, familiar yet strange,
Reality fractures, as thoughts rearrange.

Fear is my ally, my companion in strife,
Guiding my footsteps through this perilous life.
It whispers sweet promises, lures me to fall,
Into the abyss where I hear the dark call.

But I'm not just a soldier in this silent war,
There's strength in the fractures, a will to restore.
In the heart of the chaos, a flicker remains,
A spark of resilience that refuses the chains.

I gather my courage, though battered and torn,
To rise from the ashes, reborn from the scorn.
For within this madness, a voice starts to speak,
A whisper of hope, though the path may seem bleak.

I'll map out my battles, I'll chart out my fears,
And learn to embrace all the chaos and tears.
For though there's a war, I am still alive,
In the depths of this struggle, my spirit will thrive.

So I stand on the frontlines, I march through the night,
With the strength of a thousand, I'll claim back my light.
In this war that's inside me, I'll carve out my place,
And find in the turmoil a moment of grace.