Schizophrenic Paranioa , by Krysta Cash Subscribe to rss feed for Krysta Cash

What if all of this isn't real?
What of your all just part of my schizophrenia?
How do I know if the "life" I'm living is real?
How do I know if I'm not trapped inside of my own mind?
Am I really in a white room?
Am I in a jacket hugging myself?
What of the person I love is just a figment of my
imagination?
How can I wake up out of this state of mind?
Am I really crazy?
Is my paranoia catching up to me?
If I die in this world will i wake up in the real world?
Are the voices I hear right?
I'm not crazy, I know I'm not.
I'm going to figure out the truth.
But how?
Can I just pinch myself?
No, I'll listen to the whispers in my ear.
I bet that they are people telling me to wake up.
I'll just kill myself in this place then wake up in the
next.
What if I'm wrong though?
What if this is the real world?
What if I really am crazy?
No, I'm not wrong!
Tonight I'll take my "life"
Tonight I'll find out the truth.
Posted: 2013-08-27 00:54:52 UTC

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2013-09-06 12:59:55George Chow
Its Holy spirit inside. Fight against lust and temptation. Lessons to do.