Looking down a far hallway, as it stretches and bends

Is this real?

My vision blurs without reason and suddenly im outside

The wind blowing on my scalp

Suddenly it seems like my reality has been denied

Denied of all access through my mind

I find that my mental note has been signed

Not by my name but my makers

As if to brand my future and scramble my past

I was the only taker

My mind has been a map of unsolved riddles

And storms that cause typhoons

Yet a simple pill can make the winds change and send clues to the brain

Though the only side effect is death

Long term right?

A life that isn’t and was never mine, taken by my mind

My body a hollow shell for turmoil and discord

As though instead of growing up

I simply grew into my mind and my thoughts

My nervous system, watches closely as my heart speeds up

My skeletal system watches my disease grow physical

My respiratory system sees my lungs give out 

Just as everything grows together it slowly dies

To rot slowly is a painful death but to live rotting is a painful life

The voices combine into noises

Combine into conditions and combine into diseases

A diagnosis won’t fix it

Medicine won’t fix it

If I have been living, why change it?