James studied hard
He wanted to work
for an advertising agency
Designing adverts
that would stun the world
He loved his art
He fell for a girl
called Sarah
They were together
for six months
But in time Sarah
lost interest
She found him a
little dull
And found somebody
else to impress
James was devastated
and crept silently into his shell
He rarely went out
and immersed himself in his art
He still did his
studies and got good marks
But nobody notice
him slipping away
Into a world of his
own
He started to hear
voices
Telling him to paint
pictures of demons and devils
Telling him to start
cutting himself
His parents took him
to see a psychiatrist
Who recommended a
spell on a mental ward
So he could receive
the appropriate treatment
James was somewhat
concerned
He didn't quite
grasp what was happening
And the voices kept
telling him to harm himself
So he slashed a
knife across his throat
They moved him to
the Intensive Care Unit
He continued to
paint his pictures
He was moved to
long-term care out in the country
He continued to
paint
He still hoped to
work in advertising
But the world was
passing him by
His parents still
visited every few months
But his contact with
reality was somewhat limited
Such is the life of
the mentally ill
So take care not to
lose touch with your friends
Or you too may lose
touch with the real world
Think of poor James
when you are getting married
And having children
He is lost in his
dreams of glory and success
