The Schizophrenic Mind

It's easy for the tears of joy
to almost immediately find,
tears of sorrow;
For the person of a schizophrenic mind,
wanting to borrow
Time - thinking he's dying.

He hadn't laughed in a long time;
His life was nothing but a dish,
overpowered with lime.
He was haunted by
his fears of a brain tumour,
Which was just another one,
of his mind's rumours.

Laughing in a dream was
the most he could have.
He'd wake up almost immediately,
overwhelmed with a tear in his eye.
"The most I can have."
He'd go back to sleep with a sigh.

Soon enough,
Thoughts of death,
became an escape from deep regrets.
The thought of life -
became an excruciating pain, from a knife.
Tired of other's mind games -
a heavy work out in the gym;
He was now tired of his own
mind playing tricks on him.

March 2013,
Was the last I spoke to him,
The last I spoke to me.
That day, when he killed himself,
Was the last, I got to see myself.