5 February 2013
The door closed with a creak, And clicked shut behind me, Left alone in a room, To deal with insanity,
Strapped and bound, By a straight jacket, I screamed a hollered, Creating a racket,
I writhed and squirmed, To unstrap myself lose, The straight jacket, May as well have been a noose,
Just then the door, Opened with a squeak, They came in and stood, Looking at me like I was a freak,
They told me to calm down, I showed terror and confusion, In my eyes, and they saw, My behaviour was no illusion,
Before I knew what was happening, A man appeared in a coat of white, He injected me I blacked out, Lost my sight,
I must've drifted to sleep, I open my eyes in a different room, Metal door in front of me, The maniacs tomb,
The straight jacket gone, Now I've padded walls, My shouts aren't responded too, They don't hear my calls,
Days pass by in a hazy blur, Each day much the same, Doctors come and sedate me, Labelling me insane,
My mind is like a prisoners cell, Constrained within its bars, No beauty will my mind portray, No sun no moon no stars,
Instead my mind shows me pictures, Pictures of evil and shame, The voices in my head, Tell me that I'm perfectly sane,
I can't remember what day it is, As I sleep in my padded cocoon, They tell me it is for my own good, And that ill be out of here soon,
I've barely spoken two words, Instead I use my screams, No vocabulary is needed, For them to know what I mean,
There's no need for conversation, I cannot find the words I need, In my head there's so much noise, From my inner voices I need to be freed,
But when the med's start wearing off, I'm a completely different girl, Ill refuse help and medication, As my psychosis starts to unfurl,
Ill behave like a ferrel animal, Climbing the walls of my padded cell, I just wish I could escape my thoughts, My thoughts are my living hell.
My Living Hell! • Opuss № I