Stitches

I knew I had to stop the bleeding,
so I entered mental health treatment,
and though I am stitched back together,
my mind, soul and body are disconnected.

I can no more live in an imaginary shelter.
No! I want to live in wild madness!
Psychotherapy and antipsychotics
do not hold a candle to the fun of madness!

Look into my eyes where my soul bleeds out.
Look closer, hopelessness will scream silently.
A teary soul stitched to a manic mind,
hollow of both my body now is!

Soul bled out, I am both sorrowful and alone.
My body cannot contain the welling of this sorrow!
I have decided to tear out the stitches,
part the wound to my soul, letting it bleed out!