(My Schizophrenia) Schizophrenic Passion

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Thankfully, my brother didn't surrender his life I really don't know what to say to his daughter and wife That event brought me here My mother loves me, but can't now keep me near I was often silenced at first Almost rejecting everything that will keep my pulse Food, water, medication if only I can reject air To make an end to this head that was so unclear I saw a lot of me here I know how hard for them too Some are losing hope Others not giving up trying to cope To then I remember the pages that I've written Most are poetries that are giving hope I miss that passion and that feeling Giving me a reason to fast track my healing Now, I have a reason to be alive and not to be dead All I want now is to keep my body this head I will be free soon and fly like a balloon And I will write a poetry about the shining moon "Come let's make love" those nymphs voices again "Join us praise Satan our god" that demon shows begin "No, let's go to heaven and sing" what an angelical voice "Hey let's play" clowns giving me a wonderful toy "No, No, Never..." I've told them "for now I'm such a big boy" "Come let's write a story" one poet said I've followed him so quickly And we began to write ...... an unknown poetry...... written: August 5, 2014 at 11:00 pm PH time Mysterious Aries