Lost

A short poem about my current state of mind.

My mind is at war with itself

Everyday I'm fighting for some sort of control

I can't seem to feel present within my own body

My thoughts seem to echo in someone else's head

These are not my words 

These are not my arms and legs

I have stifled my soul and I have lost myself

I do not feel present

I am lost to this reality

Because in reality to me there is no reality

In reality I am not a reality

I try desperately to feel present

Pain is the only way

That helps me to feel less far away

Why can't I be normal again?

I have given up

No longer do I pinch myself to tell my mind that I am indeed me

No longer do I panic when I jolt awake at 3

I have become numb and blank

I can sit and stare for hours and think of nothing

I want to feel something, anything

Love, hate, hurt, anger, jealousy, greed

Anything to make me fel like me

I am lonely within

And yet still I automatically carry on like everything is okay

I don't know what is going on with my brain

I want to feel sane and true happiness again.

Help Me.

Author's Note

Ignore the lack of punctuation.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

No disrespect meant, but the speaker in this poem is describing symptoms of schizophrenia. Hopefully medication and therapy will help.

[J.D Hernandez]

This speaks VOLUMES!!! I love it.