What should I call my poem? Do you like it?

V

Violet

New member
Mind is shattered, senses cracked
with surreal visions of red.
Feelings sole and sounds abstract
a brain that is declared dead.

Spirits fly and speak to me
about their previous lives.
Free from them, I cannot plea
I remove them with the knives.

Slicing makes them go away;
demons that possess my brain.
Hallucinations of grey
create nonexisting pain.

Sounds of fantasy begin,
leading me to act on sin.
It's about my Schizophrenia, if that helps.
 
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