Trying to Recover

I don’t know what to say.
Disorganized thoughts.
Auditory hallucinations.
Paranoid delusions.
It’s all still there.
It’s hidden,
But they pop out from
Time to time.
Say “hey, we’re still
Here to
Hurt you.”
They say “listen,
We still have
“We’ll still pierce
Please leave me
I’ll say “it’s really
No big deal;”
I’ll think “someone
Help me heal.”


I can feel myself slipping away
Like autumn leaves 
Barely hanging
Onto the trees
In the fierce winds of the night,
Will this wind ever stop?
I can’t be sure if I will survive
The gusts of plight
For I am weakened,
And I can’t hold on
Past peak, and
All throughout the winter