SchizoFRIENDia

Schizofriendia is a word that I made up today.
Covered in tears as they took me away.
I never quite new when I could go home.
They checked for sharp objects.
Into a dark room I was thrown.
I screamed through the night.
While I covered my scars.
I Cried out your name.
Watched by security guards.
They filled me with drugs.
And I was so scared.
I started shaking so bad.
But not one of them cared.
I asked for a pencil.
And some paper to write.
I drew a friend just to talk to.
But then the paper went white.
Where did you go to my friend on the pad.
The friend I created was all that I had.
Schizofriendia is a word that I made up today.
I added the friend while alone I must stay.

James A. Lombardo
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