So you are your own person
You fight the system
Your different
So pack your things
Say your goodbyes
Throw it all away, say you've tried
A fu*ked up past
A blacker future
So feel no sorrow
Feel more pain
Numb your thoughts
And break a vein
Strap you down
Wheel you in
Bow your head
Ignore your sins
Never again disorder free
Clearly stated insanity
Syndrome this
Disorder that
Swallow the food that will make you fat
Different faces, same old places
Writings on the walls prove sickened memories.
Times when you finally escaped
But look where you are
Discharge is too far
Memories retracing reality
More food
Less knives
More medicine
New sickened cries
Artwork stands still on the wall
How many times do we have to die
Before we finally fall?
So stick the needle deep into my arm
Flows through my veins, still not alarmed
Eyes close shut
Flesh grows cold
Another soul lost
To the hospital ward
3 i love you lizzy
oh, i hope she is fine now, i do understand what she means to u.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘artwork stands still on the wall’...... wish i’d thought of that.....outstanding