“Schizophrenia cannot be understood without understanding despair.” – R. D. Laing
Alone again, sitting on the edge of shattered dreams
Looking out across the littered landscape
On surreal castaway emotions
Lining up for the battle, players in full effect
No penalty getting called, game plan checked
Time for confrontation
Many people in the same head, crowded conditions
Please raise your hand before speaking
We say I’m crazy, I believe we got it right
My friends in my head, they speak at once
Which part of we is normal?
Is this me or we?