And stare
Into the sky
I hate
To care
But wonder why
They took
my smile away
They said
They'll change
My little smile
And made
Exchange
To keep a while
A knife for
Me to play
I wait
right now
As though asleep
The hate
They vowed
And made me bleed
The rain made the sky
fade away.
Why do you believe?
She looked upon a rock
And told me to know
I asked hope again
Why do you believe
He began to climb the rock
And told me to follow
I then asked love
Why do you believe?
Love stood upon the rock
And carved a stair for me below.
That I never took the opportunity
To know you better. But I miss you
Alot
Our time together were, I thought
Just too few
And to see you smile! They always made me forget
That I was upset
Of all the problems that swirled around
My worried head. I could still remember when
WE sat so close, but neither of us uttered a sound
I guess it was because I was too shy back then
I had never really known you much anyway
But the thing I most remember
Was your silent promise that we'll be together
One unforgetable day.
He is quiet though he is
He needs no words to show his kindness
So his hair is as black as ashes (it needs a trim or two) his eyes are dark and brown
But a mere smile of his fills a room with brightness. And he needs no peacock feathers (unlike some!) To be admired
Some people talk in words.
But my love talks by what he does
He tells me everyday he loves me and to everyone around him he tells them he cares.
He is not perfect (he is the first to admit his fault)
He gets angry and sometimes frowns.
He weeps tears of impatience
But he is never the last to say sorry and quick to rempent
He is of mild temper and never raises his voice
Let alone his hand.
His mere presence is all I need to complete my day
My gentle love
My silent warrior
Never proud, forever humble
This is my love, oh friends!
Schizophrenia is confusion
Schizophrenia makes you go insane
Telling you things are happening
which can never be possible
But it is the fear I hate
It is the paranoia
And the uncertainty of reality
The realisation that what you think is a lie.
Your mind becomes clouded
By thoughts and feelings
Your concentration obliterates
Your sleeps disturbed
Your dreams penetrated
Even privacy is just another word
This schizophrenia
Brought by my own brain
My worst enemy is myself.
