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Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Schizophrenia

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...why do you fly by all too quickly?
September, October, November...why are you crawling, leaving me in agony?

Oh June, please don't come knocking on my door (too fast)
Oh June, I can't wait for you to come to pass

The rain drops, the cool breeze, they caress my hair with such tender passion
The sun in all its glory, please shine down on heaven's creation

My plight, my afflictions; self-pity, how seductive you are
Oh dear Lord, how I pity the one(s) whom I've caused a huge scar

I wish, I wish, I wish I was better
Oh you bitches, don't mess with the best or you will regret forever

These words, they bring me such relief
These words I write with gritted teeth

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