Void

Trying to fit a description,
it is hard being afflicted.
Medication is such a mess,
I wish I used less.
Attention is much more direct,
they don't believe I'm wrecked.
Lying is my only sport,
do it at full-court.
Voices scream my mind awake,
confusion is what doctors make.
Diagnoses spurt radiate and shoot,
they can't silence it's root.
My head is still screeching,
I desire a goal for reaching.
Just a place to be,
the one thing I need.
Maybe I'm healing you see,
why must you bother me?
Why worry when I say,
"my future is very gray."
Let me be for now,
or let me fade somehow.
Peace is like a void,
because nobody lets it exist.