I returned to the institution
Its a second home to me
To be treated for depression
Or so i believed
Nothing much has changed there
The treatment as before
I'am still just a number
No one seems to care
With their pills they subdued me
Behind closed doors they put me
To me no one seems to care
A junky I soon will be
Still not getting answers
As to why I feel this way
No one here cares to much
They've seen it all before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With their pills they subdued me Behind closed doors they put me To me no one seems to care A junky I soon will be.. Sad but true. painful experiences of life. tony