Depressed Mental Picture 1-4

Within and without,
Without a doubt,
Bitching and madness,
Psychosis and sadness,
A siren screaming,
Paranoia winning,
No faith or any hope,
Will have me hanging from a rope.

Everything seems ill at ease this cold morn,
My breath comes out sharp and jagged,
Whilst I crumble from what my mind forms,
The way that this day I know for me no holds no hope,
It will be just like yesterday full of pills,depression and insanity which I abhor.

Stake my cold burdened heart,
As tears flow from my vacant eyes,
Those last seconds of life flash through my mind,
This I do not for the love of my morbid art,
But because its the only way I know how to survive,
Wading through the thickness of my fulfilling life.

Yesterday seemed so quiet and breezy,
No doubt because now its history,
The constant night terrors and my mind screaming,
Every day seems so monotonous  and full on crazy,
My mind is unique, born of fire and lunacy which greets me,
Each day and each night, turmoil is my normal, its my 24/7,
I wish for silence, for calm, I want things to be easy,
Not all this paranoia, this medication or symphony screaming,
Psych meds and mental chaos in the nouties, its a life  that is hellish and will leave most queasy.