In my mental disorder
In my mental disorderlosing my sense of order
discipline and civilization
just a faded expectation.
In the prisons of my brain
I feel neither joy nor pain
All you people talking to me
but your voices I cannot hear.
Chains appear around my neck
and your skin smells like death
on a bed I feel I drown
and my veins are being cut down.
Love and hatred, all you say
I do not feel a thing my friend
in my mental imaginary world
all your tenderness is bought and sold.
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-03-23 at 23:43
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