Schizophrenic Confession

I tread the path of uncertain future In hope to redeem my life The past saw many mistakes Which all ends in strife. Memories are a fickle thing Dancing between joy and pain The wound of my failed love Left me alone and insane. All the things I used to love Movies, music, and games Now have become like broken toys No one but me to blame. I’ve lost interest in the splendors of life The ocean doesn’t inspire nor the mount Only a constant feeling of boredom And dissapointments to only count. Often I encounter hazy visions Where you smile from the dark The remnants of your smiling face Leaves an eternal mark. I am alone in my world Despite having the company of friends Unmoved by even the heartiest laughs My suffering has no end. If only I could have you by my side If only I could say “I love you.” All my illness would have cured All my dreams would be true. A hollow sound echoes from the past My love! Where have you gone? This pain got heavier When the winds answered “gone.” I try to write about laughter But end up thinking in sorrow My corrupted mind cannot accept Of dreaming a better tomorrow. A formidable mask I wear Yet I have nothing to hide This disease have long finished me Living, yet dead inside.