25 September 2012
Iv hurt myself My arms are soar I hid the knife Behind the door
They come for me They clean me up They give me pills In a paper cup
They search the room They find my toys They dispose of all My horrid joy
The pills are working Now I must sleep My arms are bound To padded sheets
They say I'm ill There hear to help To show me life Preserve my health
It will take time My pain must break To end my torment For my loves sake
Lee Tovell. 22/2/2002
Broken • Opuss № I