Lonely Schizophrenic

A mind's own stage, a world unseen, Where whispers turn to screams so keen. The lonely soul, a fractured tune, Struggles in a world out of moon.

Shadows dance, with voices talk, A symphony in constant walk. No hand to hold, no heart to share, Lost in labyrinth, a silent prayer.

The bustling street, a distant hum, A chorus lost, where others come. A longing gaze, a tearful sigh, To bridge the gap, a silent cry.

Yet in the storm, a flicker bright, A fight for dawn, a will to fight. For even when the world seems cold, A heart can mend, a story told.

With gentle hands, and patient care, A path to hope, a burden shared. For in the depths of darkest night, A spark can bloom, and set things right.