I Don't Have Friends, Only Voices

At first you isolate yourself From everybody then you isolate Yourself from the world And you don't realize you're Doing it but it gets worse A lot worse It starts as a shimmer then you wither One day you're fine then the next You think you've been poisoned So I don't have friends only voices I talk to nobody just shadows At the end of my bed I think it's difficult for us to Relate to others and trust others Not just because of the paranoia But because it takes effort to Understand us and we don't fully Understand ourselves It's exhausting The cycle of depression Mania delusions and hallucinations The unorganized thoughts Thoughts that don't feel right Don't feel like our own It's like never getting a break Always being somewhere else Or being something else The draining depression Is my mode of normal Lock myself away so I don't See a distorted face So I don't have friends only voices I talk to nobody just shadows At the end of my bed