Schizophrenia

SCHIZOPHRENIA Before you read this piece, please be warned that it is a bit gruesome. My friend Jenny wants the world to know what happens in the minds of people like her.This is a recalled conversation with Jenny when her voices told her she didn't need medication and she went off them for some weeks. Of course I have tried to make some impact in the weaving. A dark and crawling thing protrudes from your brain, It's evil fearsome eyes flashing, again and again, Tell me? ..Why is there blood, all over your face? DON'T LOOK AT ME, as if I'm some sort of disgrace. I saw you looking, I saw you kill, Over and over, My rotting decayed body. I saw you. Can you feel those maggots that under your eyelids crawl? I can see them, Don't they bother you at all? Stop staring , don't look at me like I'm one of your kids. I don't want your caring. What's happened there? They whisper about me, There's blood in their hair. Why does that lady wear a knife through her breast? Don't look at ME you bitch, I know you want to see me dead. The voices are telling me that you are really an alien. I know what you do. You take people and cut them, And stuff them with parasites and germs, And then they metamorphisise, to maggots and worms. Why did my hand fall of my arm, Where is my blood, did you steal that too? You mean me no harm? Don't look at me, Don't let me see your gross face, It's shattered and battered and pitted with glass. You just want to kill me, I know you have a knife. But your type will use germ warfare. I've seen you before. The voices they tell me, You have to be dead. Don't fool with me lady, Don't try to get into my head Written January 13th, 2002 © on Jan 13 2002 11:17 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 1