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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Mental Disease
[time] => 2012-01-04 02:14:35
[hometext] => The words of the less fortunate are often more eloquent and fulfilling, as they are forced to face problems.
[bodytext] => These voices in my head do never rest They scream for more More pain, more bloodshed I am left to suffer, locked up Locked in the bitterness of this disease The disease in my own mind The four walls of my mind take such a battering The disease, it fights It fights to kill I see your faces, among faces of the devil He tells me to kill, and takes no objection If I do not do his bidding he hurts deep Deep inside my head I am a prisoner of my own mind You lock me up, out of your way What am I to you? I am a piece of meat Worthless of the life I live You turn a blind eye to anything I give You have no idea the pain I feel Every day the piercing does come I long for a life, without this evil I want to be looked at, Looked at like I am worthy of living The judgement I get you will never believe The reactions I get you will never receive If you all felt what I felt Maybe you would be weary of the pain The pain you dealt Right now I feel my concentration slipping What monsters of mind will hunt this time? I am scared, with no one to turn to I am falling, with no hand to hold I plead, but of course no one listens Who would listen to the prayer of a mental man? You know what they used to do with babies of my nature They killed them cold For being a child of the devil The young, our unprotected We have moved on from this murder But still our brains remain underdeveloped To underdeveloped to let go of differences And grasp the secrets of equilibrium The yin yang is the sign of equilibrium The essence of life’s journey With every dark thought, meaning, action Comes a bright reaction All I seem to bring out is the dark essence Even my own mind turns dark on my own self So heed this word of advice There are many cultures in this world Many beliefs, many religions But only one way to travel through life Respect, trust, honour Trust yourself Not these religions Your judgement of right and wrong is far better Far better than the words of a god A being that no longer walks with men The best step towards a better world Is the practice of responsibility for your own self I manage to see like this Even with my mind disease Surely human society is not so naïve So naïve to be blind to such a problem I fight the devil, against pain unbearable Whilst you run away from truth and problems The world will never change [comments] => 1 [counter] => 324 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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