Damaged
When life gets out of controlAnd I'm put to the test
Something inside me implodes
It's easy to feel stressed
When anxiety erupts
My mind seems to succumb
To the pressures of the day
I wish it would go numb
I don't want to feel like this
I need to kill my pain
And it lingers constantly
Within my fragile brain
Something in me is damaged
And it is permanent
How I wish I could function
At one hundred percent
That something will carry on
Until the day I die
I have schizophrenia
And there's no cure, that's why
My life's not all doom and gloom
But that's the way it seems
Even though there is no cure
I still have hopes and dreams
Even though there are some scars
I won't cry " woe is me ! "
I'm just glad that they are scars
That nobody can see
Hidden scars, unseen damage
That I refuse to show
Other than a few people
Nobody needs to know
From now on, I'll overcome
Tendencies to obsess
Over all the damage done
This illness I possess
Even though I've been damaged
And face some daily strife
I've proven that I can lead
A happy, normal life
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