I hear and see what is not there.
I pound my fists and pull my hair.
I talk too loud to trump the noises
—chaotic, screaming, inner voices!
I seldom eat and never sleep.
I rarely laugh. I always weep.
I bite my knuckles —scream in silence.
I cut myself to quell the violence!
Pace my basement late at night
with phantom ghosts, who try to bite.
I punch myself. I spin around.
Grunt and gasp —I’m on the ground!
Hug my knees and cry some more,
my face, against the concrete floor.
I hear the whisper —bang my head.
I truly wish that I were dead!
Shadows dance and come to life.
I cut again —my bloodstained knife.
It never ends, and I am weary.
My downward spiral’s dark and dreary!
Endless tears —my eyesight’s blurry.
My world is pain, and threats, and worry.
I must escape my tortured brain.
It hurts so much to be insane!
I picture dangling from a rope.
I disappear like all my hope.
Open veins for blood to shed.
Take lots of pills and go to bed!
I’ll find a ledge of lethal height.
Plummet fast to set things right.
Drown myself… for restitution?
Gunshot? Fire? Electrocution?!
All these thoughts are always calling,
I still breathe… but I’m just stalling.
My struggle makes my madness stronger,
I’ll survive tonight… but how much longer?
writing for you seem to be gifted with a wonderful style, focused and calm, your normal self is fine, otherwaise you woukld not be able to write about your traumas in such a defining manner. Best wishes to you Nathan and may your troubles go past and you live to be a well known writer!
Nathan, your writing exposes your giftedness. Great stuff!
Peace,
Dayvid
Regardless of your condition, you certainly articulate well what a psychotic episode is like for you. For that I'm grateful. Like Sigmund Freud, I'm curious. The more you can provide me about what is going through your mind, the better I can write about it when I come upon psychosis.
Like I've often said to people with deep problems, all you have to do is write about them and solutions will appear. I hope that is true in your case.
Ron