28 May 2012
He was a happy chappy
Until he hit his teens
He withdrew from all he knew
He never looked clean
The voices talked a lot
Telling him about the plot
He was confused
His mind was fused
His body all bruised
The worlds not safe
He had no safe place
The voices told him so
There was nowhere to go
Soon he could not function
His parents sought an injunction
For their boy scared them so
To the doctors he wouldn't go
His mind was not free
Because of the conspiracy
Battling on in his head
He wished he was dead
He roamed the streets
In the cold and heat
The seasons they did pass
Like this could he last?
His parents sought help
About his mental health
They rescued him from the street
He was down, he was beat
His parents were told of his plight
Schizophrenia...what a fright
The voices remained
They could not be contained
Once the meds kicked in
He recognised his skin
He knew his face again
He felt so ashamed
For such a long time
He'd been trapped by his mind
Could he ever get over this?
His mother gently gave him a kiss
Saying "you will my son...I promise"
The Voices • Opuss № I