Schizophrenia demons live in my head.
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Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues
Im too terrified to walk out of my own front door,
Theyre demonstrating outside I think theyre gonna start the third world war,
Ive been to my local head shrinker,
To help classify my disease,
He said its one of the cases of acute schizophrenia he sees.
Well the milkmans a spy, and the grocer keeps on following me,
And the woman next doors an undercover for the k.g.b.,
And the man from the social security
Keeps on invading my privacy,
Oh there aint no cure for acute schizophrenia disease.
Ive got acute schizophrenia paranoia too,
Schizophrenia, schizophrenia,
Ive got it, youve got it, we cant lose,
Acute schizophrenia blues.
Im lost on the river, the river of no return,
I cant make decisions, I dont know which way Im gonna turn,
Even my old dad, lost some of the best friends he ever had,
Apparently, his was a case of acute schizophrenia too.
I got acute schizophrenia paranoia too,
Schizophrenia, schizophrenia,
Ive got it, youve got it, we cant lose,
Acute schizophrenia blues,
Theyre watching my house and theyre tapping my telephone,
I cant trust nobody, but Im much too scared to be on my own
And the income tax collectors got his beady eye on me,
Oh there aint no cure for acute schizophrenia disease.
No there aint no cure for
Schizophrenia disease.
song performed by by Kinks
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I Hate Schizophrenia
I hate schizophrenia-
Spending months in a locked ward,
Pacing up and down low piled carpeted halls
Between therapy groups, and those nothing to do weekends.
Oh, how I hate schizophrenia.
I hate having schizophrenia,
Having to take at least seven medications
To get me through the day, and to take Ativan
To assure me a normal night’s sleep.
I hate having schizophrenia.
I hate this illness I have called schizophrenia.
Taking the Seroquel and Abilfy that make me ravenous so
I feel that I must spend the day vigorously exercising to
Keep my weight at a normal range, and to live on rabbit food.
How I hate this illness called schizophrenia.
I hate my terrible illness, schizophrenia.
If I don’t take multiple medications,
I hallucinate, get paranoid and delusional,
Have sleepless nights after nights, and
I have no motivation.
I have schizophrenia and how angry it makes me feel.
Nurses, so called friends and therapists half my age
Treat me as if I were a child.
I am ill so I cannot be trusted.
I have schizophrenia and how angry it makes me feel.
I hate schizophrenia.
It is an illness that has a stigma attached to it, and
It has a grip on me.
It impairs my functioning and
It mars my relationships.
I hate schizophrenia.
I despise and resent having this terrible illness.
All of my relatives are well adjusted and highly functional.
I was born the black sheep; Why am I this way?
It’s so unfair!
When I think of it tears stream down my face.
I must have removed my glasses a hundred times today to
Wipe the tears away, yet
They keep on flowing.
I despise and resent having this terrible illness.
I don’t like being diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Even in the darkness of the night on heavy medications
Voices haunt me.
I just want people to leave me alone.
I want to run away from the world and
Escape to a world of my own.
I don’t like being diagnosed with schizophrenia.
My name is not “schizophrenia”.
It is the name of this illness I was cursed with.
I am so angry now I could scream and hit the walls.
But the staff would come and grab me and throw me in seclusion, if I did.
Yes, that empty room with a hard mattress in a corner on the floor.
I could destroy myself.
I suppose all of us who have schizophrenia feel this way sometimes.
I suppose what upsets me the most is what
People say about me:
“She is schizophrenic.”
I am not “schizophrenic.”
I am a human being, flesh and blood with an illness.
I am a person, NOT an illness.
It is a constant struggle for all of us who have schizophrenia, to
Be a label, not a person.
That is the biggest problem with people in this world.
They label us, who are ill,
They don’t see us as just people.
And people we are, inside and out, not diseases.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Demons 2
we like to sin
we like to think that when we sin
it is not us that sin
but some demons pushing us to make the sins
even in sinning we need some escape goats
the demons made me do it
damn these demons in my head!
i am innocent
the demons pushed me to do the sins i do
they are so many of them
these damn demons in my head
and i am just alone
(my sweet conscience
implanted by God)
these damn demons
they push me on the dead-end edge where i can do nothing but sin
nice, human logic,
less responsibility for sinning because someone did the sinning for you
not me,
when i sin, i sin alone, i sin myself, and there is no escape goat to blame
there are no horns, no goats, no snakes handing me the apple to bite,
no adam no eve no cains or abels no genetics involved in here
i have sinned through my own fault.in my own fault,
in what i think, in what i do, in what i have failed to do,
in what i have failed to think,
and i ask all the angels and saints to help me get away from
my own faults, my own and nothing but my own
this sinning
my own responsibility and i ask my God to forgive me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Until One Sits Alone
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
They rather give their opinions,
Unsolicited and quick.
About how others should live,
As they pill pop to get...
Their headaches to quit.
Quieting anxieties,
Leaves them less suspicious.
As the ones who can't face their own hurdles.
Or take initiative they themselves do not permit.
Until one sits alone,
Dealing with demons on their own...
Excuses will be condone,
To label their protected wounds.
That scar them to the bone.
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
And these same demons...
Are seen from them to persist unlimited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Virgin Killer
Music :ulrich roth
Lyrics:ulrich roth
Cry like you feel,
Try like you feel, feel it ...!
Try to escape,
Cry to escape, escape it ...!
Its so hard to run away
Hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
Death on the screen,
Sadistic magazines, watch out
Suicides evryday,
Political ways, get it
Well, you cant find new ways ...
But hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
Garbage in the streams,
A-bombs in your dreams, look out
Sharks in the pictures,
Exorcist prescriptions, forget it
Try to get away from that,
Cos hes a virgin killer ...
No, no, no, cant you see?
No, no, no, cant you see?
Youre a demons, youre a demons,
Youre a demons desire!
song performed by by Scorpions
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Angels Masquerading
When one lives in a den of demons,
Why is there an expectation...
To hear angelic voices?
Or believe those limping from wounds,
Are preparing for marathon races.
Once a healing begins,
And the demons have been identified...
Why are there those who still lie to themselves,
That the ones baring their fangs,
And wearing sheepskin in disguise...
Are really angels masquerading their lives?
A den of demons...
IS,
A den of demons!
Whether visiting or observing.
Or condoning it...
As a place to call home.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Place To Stay In Your Head
You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
Or at least learn how to duck,
From the blows of their punches.
There is something about getting hit,
Helps to assist your feelings of acceptance.
You say it's from a bad suffering,
From the absence of good luck!
That keeps you securely fixed to muck.
And me you believe,
Ignore reality to bask in a world of fantasy.
You wont hear my demons laughing.
They struggle with me right now,
To have my mind accept your philosophy!
My demons come to tease.
But the getting on my knees has been done.
At an expense I am still fighting to overcome.
You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
They enjoy the fact you see yourself in a rut.
And when you decide to shut them up...
They become offended.
And since they know you will continue,
To protect them with excuses...
They know they have a place to stay in your head,
Without a fear you will abandom them.
'You think you know so much! '
Tell your demons to shut up.
'THAT'...
I do know,
Will eventually work to 'your' benefit.
'You make me sick.'
No!
You make 'you' sick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demons
demons
make my heart
grow legs
and the shadows, tales
the chime of the clock
beat out
the spread of goosebumps
head to toe
froze takes new meaning
seeks shelter
in the heat
of my blanket
i keep the radio on
to chase away demons
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Demons
DEMONS, sound like diamonds
or the almonds
you ask to be free from demons
these demons that mess
your life
oh aldo, summon me
to fly to you
i am an angel from the east
where the sun always shines and feasts
(canned laughter follows)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Torment
laughters in my head but nothings funny
save me from these demons in my head
as they began to surround me
i begin to grace this pain
as my eye slip away
tell me father whats there in life for me
my beating heart gives way
my mind turns silent as no
thoughts seem to come through
my live mind got me three strike in
as days and moments seem to change
i begin to transform as this guy in the
mirror no longer resembles me
poem by Robert Roberts
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Suicide
Where to begin, where to end
from the start, so much to mend
things not well, living in hell
voices screaming, I wasn't dreaming
pain in my head, noises of dropping beads
cries for help, out comes yelps
tried to cut wrist, but the pain brought twists
first was talks, next was meds
way to many talking in my heads
booze to help me snooze
never quite enough, deeper I fall
the more i scream, the more I dream
pain can be a strain and it's draining me
the demons are stronger, my mind is fogging-er
shadows following me, creeping closer
there is no escaping, trapped in hell
screams for help, scream for love
no one answers, no one cares
pills and booze are my friends
makes the pain go away
more and more is not enough
one day away from them.
they control me bad, the demons kill
to the end the demons go, to hell
with me, no more pain
no more screams, no more scary dreams
bury me now, that is how
the demons won
poem by Michael Peterson
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Going on a Demon Hunt
We're going on a demon hunt
Chasing down the hellish fiends
Laughing as we cut them down
With the Sword of our mouth
A double edged blade
Demons here
Demons there
Demons everywhere
They can run
But they can't hide
Running from my Righteous Blade
The Word of God
Let the monsters run
Let them flee
Because it's demon hunting day
poem by Patrick Tincher
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Monsters of the Night
Inner demons who seem to rule my fate
for me I feel its far to late
for deep within they always hide
these monsters eating away at me from the inside
inner demons that scream
my thoughts some how not what they seem
monsters that creep out at night
Oh hell! ! this does not feel right
inner demons, please find another soul to torment
for me this torture is no longer meant
My deeply feared monsters of the dark
here no longer will you park
inner demons leave me be
my scary monsters of the night
I beg of you, please finally let me be
for my soul craves, needs the much healing light
inner demons, cast yourselves away
no longer do I want you to have any say
monsters who taint my soul to black
no longer will you haunt, for I will someday find my way back!
poem by Jill Ferrey
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Just To Delight In The Excitement Of It
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
With a quest to deceive,
And disturb with ease...
Where there are signs of peace freed.
Misdeeds are activities,
Demons purposely release...
With beliefs of receiving satisfaction.
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
But to the demons' surprise...
These wicked strides begun,
Eventually do come to an end!
With no sympathy to those demonic given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bullets
Walking around I hear the earth seekihng relief
I'm trying to find a reason to live
But the mindless clutter my path
Oh these thorns in my side
I know I have something free
I have something so alive
I think they shoot cause they want it
I feel forces all around me
Come on raise your head
Those who hide behind the shadows
Live with all that's dead
[Chorus]
Look at me... look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head
I'm my lifetime when I'm disgraced
By jealousy and lies
I laugh aloud 'cause my life
Has gotten inside someone else's mind
Look at me...look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Hey all I want is what's real
Something I touch and can feel
I'll hold it close and never let it go
Said why...why do we live life
With all this hate inside
I'll give it away 'cause I don't want it no more
Please help me find a place
Somewhere far away I'll go and you'll never see me again
song performed by by Creed from Weathered
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Legion
With this man the demons had their way
among the tombs during night and day.
Men chained him attempting to subdue
and prevent what those demons made him do.
Ashamed he cut himself when so distressed
then he ran to Jesus this man possessed.
'Legion, Come out of him' the Master said
and at the Lords command the demons fled.
They had to obey for He was Divine
and fled to the hills entering the swine
The two thousand pigs ran down the bank
falling into the sea they drowned and sank.
The Demons were gone this man was made whole
no more in chains and agony of soul.
So he begged to go with Jesus on His way
But the Lord had a plan for him that day.
Then all dressed and in his right mind went he
through the ten cities giving testimony.
saying 'I came to Jesus all possessed
and now with His righteousness I'm dressed'
To be clothed and possess our right mind
is now possible when Jesus we find.
Let's run to Jesus just as this man did
and from all our demons we will be rid.
Based on the account recorded in Mark 5: 1-13
Kept Just As It Is
Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.
However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Occasional Demons
Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up.
Mmmm, you see those snakes that crawl, theyre just dying
To trip you up.
Live out in sad shacks at the back of town.
Hold your breath while we do you down
'cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.
Well, you got a nice apartment here with appliances and cd.
Were gonna leave your stereo, but well have your soul for tea.
Im not speaking of material things.
Gonna chew you up, gonna suck you in
'cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.
Smokestacks, belching black, were the have-nots in your shade.
How about a slice of life, how about some
Human trade?
Eat at the best table in town.
No headwaiter going to turn us down
'cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Schizophrenia may be a necessary consequence of literacy.
quote by Marshall McLuhan
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Schizophrenia beats dining alone.
quote by Oscar Levant
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