In the depths of the mind, a darkness reigns,
Where reality blurs and the world is insane,
A place where the shadows dance and play,
And the mind is lost in a twisted array.
Schizophrenia, the demon within,
A disease that consumes, a battle to win,
A constant war between what's real and not,
A fight for survival, a battle fought.
The shadow people, they come and go,
A sinister presence, a constant foe,
They lurk in the corners, in the dark of the night,
Watching, waiting, a haunting sight.
The fear grips tight, a terror so real,
A mind in chaos, a heart that can't heal,
The voices they whisper, a constant drone,
A symphony of madness, a melody unknown.
The mind is a prison, a place of despair,
A place where the soul is stripped bare,
The darkness consumes, a void so vast,
A place where the mind is trapped in the past.
Suicidal ideation, a thought so dark,
A desire to end it all, to leave a mark,
A longing to escape, to be free at last,
To leave this world, to forget the past.
The pain is too much, the burden too great,
The mind is shattered, the soul in a state,
The desire to die, to take everyone with you,
To end the pain, to bid life adieu.
But there is hope, a light in the dark,
A chance to heal, to make a new start,
To fight the demon, to win the war,
To find a way, to open the door.
Schizophrenia, a battle to win,
A journey of healing, a path within,
A chance to find peace, to let go of fear,
To live a life, to shed a tear.
For the shadows will fade, the light will shine,
The mind will heal, the soul will align,
The pain will ease, the burden will lift,
And life will be lived, a precious gift.
