Tonight I think i'm done, so all you family members who are curious what's it's like to be a schizo here goes.
I sit in a room hearing demons calling my name. Everytime I turn around there's another derogatory statement, from something or someonw.
It's acctivated by stress, here's somemore meds. It's not real, right. Right!!!
Yes it is. You just don;t know how.
We're disfunctional units that need to be removed. You need to worry less about racism and the like, and remove us.
Yet again I can't do it, so then what's it worth. Take the meds, lie to my doctor, my wife, my family. Because they don't believe me. Or they just don't care.
I don't know, but I can't keep this going. Smile don't let em know what you're thinking, but the whole time you're hoping you can keep them from invading your mind.
Am I smart, no they tell me it's just a symptom of the illness.
Try being told everyday that you're not right, that everything you think and you believe is not right.
We live in our own worlds.
I hope someone else does better than i.