Posted in Life, New, Poetry, Schizophrenia


When the only choice that is left is to be sane

For one to function properly under the rain

Hard as it may be but it is certain

If one is continuously taking the medicine.


One needs to be strong to face reality

Together wth the help of friends and family

Life may be complicated but it needs to be

In order for us to see its inner beauty.


God always strengthen my faith

Despite me being imperfect

He is always there to restrict

The evil side of me with no regret.


Stigma may exist in this world

I will never mind it for it will do me no good

Need to focus on what the future hold

To have a productive life until i grow old.