whispers.

i hear whispers

in every room,

making me go insane

even though i know it's not true.

i see blood

in every hallway,

caked in the walls,

what a mistake.

i wish i could

talk to people

but if i did,

they would vanish soon anyway.

no one cares about

people like me.

my disorder makes

me unorderly.

why does schizophrenia

have to ruin my life?

i'm going crazy

in my mind.

i must stay quiet.

no one would listen if i wasn't.

they'd say i'm

going insane.

what's the point

of being open,

if when i do,

no one would want to stay?

so instead

i fake a smile

and pretend i don't

see these stupid visions everyday.

i know stress

will make it worse

and the stress of losing people

would kill me.

so instead i stay

locked up

in the chains of my brain,

it's better than dying, okay?

so this lie is helping me

to breathe easier

since people are here

to help me for now.

they think i'm just sad

not dillusional,

and i guess that's it's

better that way.