Katatonic Schizophrenia

Please make the voices go away, I am,

On every kind of medication.

Shocks, lithium, nothing works,

The voices echo, the demons scream,

Hell is running rampant in my mind,

Untie me from this burning cross of madness,

My own depression rebelling against me,

A downward spiral following a manic high,

Nothing left to do except die.

The End

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