PsychosisA Poem by AJ Bell
Devastated
Lonely Confused Hopeless I’ve felt this way for months The sky has been crying since I often wonder if it sees me suffering? If it’s nature trying to console me? That’s crazy, I know But I still can’t help but wonder Every time I start to cry, I mean really cry, it starts to pour When my spirits start to lift, the weather soon does after The sky has been grey for at least 3 days now It’s beautiful It reminds me of home I feel safe in the darkness So I let it swallow me whole Enveloping me until there is nothing left but black This is my sanctuary This is how I escape This is how I will make it out alive This is how I become sane Or is this how I become insane? I never could tell the difference What’s the difference between pain and love? There’s a fine line With just one stumble, you could fall out of one and into the other Good or bad? Right or wrong? Easy or hard? These simple questions hold a multitude of different answers They have millions of questions inside them Three simple words That’s it Three simple words are so easy to say They hold so much meaning They get used too easily Easy or hard? Easy or hard? Which would you choose? With the easy road, it never gets fixed It never gets resolved It could possibly end it all The hard road is filled with struggle It’s filled with sacrifices and pain But it’s worth it if you can get there Which would you choose? Do you know the answer? What if you walked that hard road, but they went the easy way? Right or wrong? Right or wrong? Is it right that they do wrong? Are you right? What if you’re wrong? What if you took the easy way thinking it was the hard way? How do you know the difference? How do you keep sane? Left, no right? Right again! Left, Left, Left. Search inside, find your moral high ground Good or bad? Bad or Good? Neither? Do you know? What do you stand for? Keep searching Unlock that door Find the key Find the key Break it down if you have to There! Over there! The answers you’ve been searching for! Crack the code Crack the code What if I can’t crack the code? Was this all a waste? Was this not the hard road? Slipping, slipping, slipping Psychosis is sinking in She is my best friend Coddling me like a child when I can no longer stand on my own Sinking in, deeper and deeper Black So much black She is my only friend She speaks to me silently, but from where I can not tell Who’s that? Who’s there? Yes, I hear you! Hello! I understand Thank you It’s good to not be alone © 2016 AJ Bell
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Added on April 13, 2016 Last Updated on April 13, 2016 Tags: poems, poetry, lesbian poetry, lesbian poets, lesbian poems, 3am, writing, writers, written, ink AuthorAJ BellAboutI was diagnosed with Bipolar II, Anxiety & PTSD 2 years ago. In 2013 I lost my therapy animal. In the Spring of 2014 my spouse of 6 years informed me that she had been having an affair & that we were .. more..Writing
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