Schizophrenics

When the wiring
of the brain
unravels in this way,
like a ball of yarn;
there can be no lonelier
place on earth;
than your own malicious mind,
teasing out its own
Self worthlessness in pain...
waging war upon its own; self-esteem;
its own heart and soul,
bother, sister, mother, father
and one time friend and lover!
They’re all of them voices in your head,
But you know you’ve lost the thread...
When you’ve wished them all, dead: