Schizophrenia

Aimless circles with nowhere to go
Can someone please tell me, how to get back home?

There was a time in my life, I thought I was strong
I thought I was everything I'd wanted all along

And now I find this cancer, has finally consumed me
Pushed me away, broken, battered, and bruised me.

And you find that you're justified in what you do to me?
Or do I do it to myself and peg the blame on everyone but me?

Can you tell me please why I choke on this noose
Where I'm hanging above the skyline with
No source of refuse.

And I bleed silver tears that once that left me empty
The kind of introverted consequence that questions my sanity.

And this lack of self-perspicacity is something new to me.
When was I blinded by the mirrors, blackened with defeat?

These scrying pools of discontent, just leave me here to lie.
I've found my place within this world, in lonely intrepid confines.

And maybe I haven't been sober, fucked up on downers until I control her.
Can she see the scar on her chest is not a badge of bravery,
but a badge of needs unmet?

But that was the problem, right? I never know what I need;
I break your heart until it recedes.

I'm lost within myself now, cold, brittle, and weak.

Can someone cut off my pulse, and take me away from me?
Can someone please come, and un-bury me from this self-treachery?
Can someone find it in themselves to reach out and save me?

Her pulse is anemic, like broken butterfly wings,
She can't find herself here in the midst of everything...

And all she has are paths now,
Aimless circles with nowhere to go...
Can someone please tell her, how to get back home?