Dementia - Poured Out

Who are you?

All these faces unfamiliar to me.

Memories have fallen away.

Who am I?

I’ve lost my identity.

A shattered mirror displays who I might be today.

Watch me as I bleed out.

Confined in this prison dressed like a safe house.

Losing my sanity and no one wants to help.

Bury my head in distress.

There is no pill to take to stop this unrest.

All the symptoms and signs show I’m not fine.

Give me a reason to go on.

I am a dying shame, when I’m gone they’ll put up my tombstone with no name.

I am no one.

I don’t know if I will ever leave.

Paranoia is killing me.

Bury me alive like a seed.

It’s all the same.

A life of torment.

Life so mundane.

This institution is not what it seems.

They’ll never understand me and what I’m thinking.

Am I asleep or awake?

Will someone tell me if this is reality or a dream?