Skitzo

Skitzo

He wakes up tired though he never slept

Counting every breath that he barely kept

Machine hums low like a steel heart beat

While the night still lingers in the sheets

The room gets heavy, bends and bends

Shapes in the corner that don’t pretend

Just shadows talking with no real face

Moving through the empty space

He says he hears them through the wall

Like distant voices in a hollow hall

Calling his name in a fractured tone

But he’s sitting right there all alone

And the pressure builds behind his eyes

Like thunder trapped in a painted sky

Anxiety crawling through his skin

Like a storm that never lets him in

He don’t know what is real or near

Every silence turns into fear

Depression sits like a lead weight low

Dragging everything he used to know

BiPAP breathing through the night

Keeping him anchored, keeping him tight

Every inhale feels borrowed and thin

Like he’s just trying to stay within

And his knee gives out when he tries to stand

Pain like fire running through his hand

Another thing that just won’t heal

Another weight that he has to feel

He’s living in a world that bends and breaks

Where even stillness trembles and shakes

But somewhere deep in the shattered sound

There’s a man still trying to stay around

And the night rolls on like it always does

Full of what is and what once was

But he’s still here in the rising steam

Holding on to a fractured dream