So misunderstood; no one gets you.
Loneliness eats your until no more.

Voices in your head ruin your appetites.
Your words are no longer words.

Hallucinations deprive your sleep.
Isolation drains away colour in your face.

Depression pushes towards brinks of suicide.
Life’s so distraught; plead for your freedom.

Broadcast your sanity,
with a scream.

I believe it was for a project for english class around two years ago. I had to develop a poem, based around an interesting character in a portrait. I CHOSE EDVARD MUNCH!!!

It's pretty average. I like it, and it's profound, and it goes well with the picture. But it's a bit simple and short - too short to be awesome, too long to be a killer poem. And the end is pretty weak. The ending is the most important part of a poem - always put the most thought into it.