Another Poem!

Confusion fills my brain,
but, what am I to complain?

My insides are filled with dread,
the scars are inside my head,
unknown thoughts are dead.

Can you hear the whisper,
Can you feel my heart?
I am torn,
I am worn,
Left a cut yesterday,
but it eased my pain.

Do you know what it feels like to be insane?
To live in pain and confusion.
The pills are just like candy,
they only sweeten the symptoms,
I am falling downwards,
into the pits of despair,
I try to think of the rain,
but, it just doesn't change
the fact that I am insane.

I know to stay positive, but if you know what I am talking about then you know that it is impossible to stay up. I want to stop taking the pills. I want to stop for the high. I am tired of being tired. I am tired of being sick. No pity should fall on my face, but only for you to understand my disfigured place.