Functioning Schizophrenic

I live alone

inside my eyes

i lie in bed

And converse with them

before you judge my struggle

look before you leap

dont pop my bubble

 

i may be living with friends

but they provide me with 

strength from within

ive grown to live for our conversations

its like a vacation

 

i refuse to let my imagination die

most folks think of me as possessed

i wonder why

Was my soul ever really mine to sell

nah were all going to hell

 

if I had one hope

if I had one dream

i would be 

A supreme human being

im connected to infinite possibilities 

am I really living these lives 

in another reality

 

 

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