To you who havent read my other poems i must say that i'm suffering from schizophrenic. this poem is writting to a special person and she now it. In these dark hours These painful hours I have a weapon A weapon of light The light can fight thenm The voices They fear that weapon They don't like They wan't to destroy it The voices But what can destoy a weapon A weapon made of pure love and friendship A weapon of faith Nothing can destroy what weapon!
