Am I? Poem by Dcfizban@hotmail.com Cadywold

Days are long,
Nights are longer,
With no one to share them with,
Its companionship I hunger.

A year alone is starting to tell,
My state of mind is wavering like hell,
No one to talk to, its just my own thoughts,
I answer myself, that's normal of course.

Suggestions are often spoken to me,
Not from outside, but inside you see,
The only friend I've got out here,
Is the one inside that talks to me.

Slowly slipping, and sliding down,
Not sure how long, till I go boom,
Then they'll come and take me away,
In a jacket and white room I will stay.

I'll get told, its childhood stuff,
That I've kept inside, all locked up,
Talk it all out, it will set you free,
They'll tell me I'm fixed just wait and see.

So what, I talk about it,
Doesn't stop me being alone,
Still need some friends,
To visit me at home.