Huddle around the fire of sound.

The only warmth in my world is the music.

And I sit close to it,

Hoping that being close to it will warm my soul.

Nothing for me any which where.

Cold winds of loneliness blow through my being.

I can’t listen to the songs about the colours any more.

It is all lost to me.

My family doesn’t even love me.

And I am nobody to everyone.

Just a messy girl with a psychotic disorder.