Helping Hands

take a moment to reflect with me. I wrote this in honor of all the people who suffer from mental health deficiencies. I suffer from schizophrenia, its been a long and rough 5 years but im finally ready to share my story with the world. i hope this touches your heart a little bit.

Title: The puppet's master

In the corridors of my mind, a maze so complex,
Schizophrenic whispers, haunting my reflex.
Voices in the shadows, speaking in the dark,
Paranoia's grip, leaving its mark.

Wrestling with the echoes, a battle unseen,
In the realm of my thoughts, where the mind convenes.
Every whisper a thunder, every murmur a scream,
Living in a reality, not as it seems.

(Chorus)
Paranoid visions, voices in the night,
Schizophrenic struggle, under the moonlight.
In the symphony of chaos, I find my rhyme,
Lost in the echoes, trapped in the time.

The whispers in the silence, driving me insane,
Paranoia's dance, in my fractured brain.
A prisoner of the shadows, haunted by the unknown,
Voices in my head, like a twisted cyclone.

The world's a canvas, painted in shades of dread,
Paranoid notions, like a storm in my head.
Every step I take, every move I make,
Haunted by the voices, in this mental earthquake.

(Chorus)
Paranoid visions, voices in the night,
Schizophrenic struggle, under the moonlight.
In the symphony of chaos, I find my rhyme,
Lost in the echoes, trapped in the time.

But in the midst of the turmoil, I search for the light,
Navigate the darkness, in the dead of night.
Through the static whispers, I find my own voice,
Breaking through the paranoia, making my choice.

Now I rise from the ashes, like a phoenix reborn,
Silence the voices, in the early morn.
The paranoia fades, like a distant cry,
In the strength of my spirit, I touch the sky.

No longer chained by the voices that deceive,
I conquer the paranoia, find reprieve.
In the rap of my journey, I find release,
From the haunted echoes, to a mind at peace.

Paranoid visions, voices in the night,
Schizophrenic struggle, under the moonlight.
In the symphony of chaos, I find my rhyme,
Lost in the echoes, but now it's my time.

Just let that sink In for a moment.

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