Wrote this when a friend was diagnosed with schizophrenia...

My friends...


My old friends would speak to me when no one else would...

I see them, don't you?

My old friends told me what to do, how to act...

I hear them, don't you?

My old friends made me happy, they showed me the way...

They are right there.

My old friends wanted me to join them in the next world...

They follow me everywhere.

My old friends said taking my life was good...

They never leave me alone.

My new friends took me in, they said that I would be well...

They would not let me sleep.

My new friends spoke to me, listened to me, and understood me...

They did not let me be.

My new friends showed me that this is a good life...

They wished me ill.

My new friends made the old friends fade away...

They were destructive

My old friends no longer exist and I am happy...

They were not my friends, my old friends.

Great poem and a nice tribute. SZ is an horrible disease. My internship was at a community mental health agency. Education and research about mental illness is very important.

If you want more information about mental illness, please visit http://www.nami.org/


tanya

It actually happened during my psche class in nursing so I was getting educated when I found out. He is on his meds and plans to stay on them so he's doing ok. Thanx though, that was pretty much my first and only forray into the poetic world.

Thanks for sharing THIS,,,

thank you for sharing