Schizophrenics

When the wiring
of the brain
unravels in this way
like a ball of yarn
there can be no lonelier
place on earth
than your own malicious twisted mind
teasing out its own
Self worthlessness in pain...
waging war upon its own low self-esteem:
its own heart and soul
brother, sister, mother, father
and one time friend and lover
They’re all of them voices in your head
But still you know you’ve lost the thread…
When; you’ve wished them, all dead…

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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