Icicles, Made of blood, meshed together as a barrier, holding back the love eternal,

Dreams, Lying broken, empty of meaning, littering perception distorting reality,

Love, Accumulated, grown nurtured, thrown out like garbage enclothed in black plastic,

Friends,Turned half circle,disbelieving unhelpful, stabbing with daggers given by others,

Isolated, Alone, despised for feeling kindred spirit with those who did not deserve it,

Choices, Wrongly taken, the path ever eternal towards the light, split by our own demons,

Failings, Abundantly clear to those who do not have to live with them,

Who is to say there is no heaven when all the while some live a life of hell?

No respite,

No after-care,

No succor for the mentally infirm,

Leave them rot a while in slumber with their chemical imbalance driven wild with interfering drugs whilst WE,"NORMAL" people gather our lives together and pity them.

Does it really make a difference?

To think that all the while we are helping,
those inside can only suffer in silence?

lest not forget madness can invade us all.