I am a prisoner behind my eyes.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.








It can be that way and feel never ending because it can last so long. Hold on to the life raft of those times when it’s not like that. They may be in your dreams or a fleeting moment, but grab them. Hold on.
Excellent write, as usual.
You describe the hopelessness of psychosis very well.