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Love for myself came about from a loving family,
A caring doctor,
Belief in myself and the right treatment at the right time.

Getting better is probably different for everyone,
This is how mine went:
Tune in, paranoia tune out,
My greatest fantasy,
I think I'll take the tune out for now.

Smoke a cigarette, drink a coffee,
Lifestyle rots as I work,
Pressure like a vice that only gets tighter,
Is it me or is this my purpose?

All I want is to love and have fun,
Am I built like a machine to say yes sir and not no,
The answer bit like not looking when you change,
My change was near but it had to be the hard way.

No response curtains are up,
One light on in the corner of the attic where a little boy reads all day and night,
Despite the rough ride he gets from meds and ect,
He stays in his own world until he sees the face of his family.

Father’s face changed my nation,
Broke down my army and gave me love; a gentle smile.

Here we go again in and out of the hospitals rotting revolving doors,
Sick and well doctors taking the credit for the battles you make within,
Pumping with drugs so you are dead to the world,
Just a passing cold fish which does not care if it reaches water,
Not a nice place.

Then you will always meet one if you try hard enough,
A doctor that will have faith in you and allow you to speak your mind,
I met mine.

There is one out there for everyone one who you can tell the world to,
Who will listen and not wait for their turn to slam you to the concrete,
A person with feelings that uses themselves in examples,
That was my victory:
I now love life,
I wouldn't change it for the world.