Diagnosis Explained Poem by Not Long Left

why dont you sleep
where the junkies sleep,
just to keep,
your obsession,
with deppression alive.
why dont you sit
sit in the smoking room,
inhaling smoke clouds of gloom,
just so you can feel intergrated,
on the inside.
wait for ward round,
just so someone will
listen,
note's
names,
diagnosis explained.
you are a permant fixture,
the outside is just to tempting,
sleeping with madness,
on each side of the wall,
is a comfort so needed,
you dare not leave at all.
for at least when inside,
this yellow stained
suicide pained,
shit hole,
your feeling are explained,
by a doctor,
a nurse,
a patient
men, women fairy and beast,
together,
in a collective state,
of medicated sedation.
sitting watching,
feeding crying,
yes this is home for you.
there is nothing else left to do