Eloquent in Schizophrenic thoughts

And yet again I cry out loud, hoping that someone will hear, but not ask questions.
Because I do not possess the answers anyone wants to hear.

The sky turned black and the moon went away, the oceans dried up and I was laughing.
Dreams of things that will never happen fill my nights, something more to add to the mystery.

I get the feeling I’m not alone, that I don’t have a choice but to fall in line and do as I’m told.
Not alone but nonetheless no one is here.

Am I sensing things that make no sense or seeing things when I’m blind?
Have my thoughts polluted my mind again or am I just creating happy scenarios which I can’t seem to escape from?

A million things to do and I have all the time in the world, until death and beyond.
Still I can’t make a decision, should I start at the beginning or the end, or does it even matter?

I’m seeing the patterns everywhere, almost as if they were laid there on purpose.
Only missing ‘subtle’ references like “ Open this artery to be happy ”

They all ask me to help them with their heartbreaking stories about mistakes and grief.
Can’t they see that I’m not the one to ask, not able to give any comfort, without a heart?

And thoughts are the only thing left, creeping into my head and making me think I’m important enough to be cared about. Luckily my logic gets the best of me and I remember I’m useless.