Maybe I need to go to the doctor
Check-in
Cause I checked out
Strap me to the table
And tell me what’s wrong
Poke and prod
Give me medicine
Give me pills
Give me a way out
Get Out out out
Give me needles
Give me tonics
Find me help
Find me doctors
A therapist
Maybe an exorcist
Something
Anything
chase away the demons
The freaking heathens
The monsters under bed
the scary things up in my head
And the bad dreams too
Maybe if i go to the hospital
They’ll fix me
True?
i could just go
straight to an institute
Or straight to hell
I need a straight jacket
Or something
I gotta be tied up or tied down
Something
Anything to help
Cut me
Kill me
Help me
Hurt me
It’s all the same
Yell at me
Speak kindly
Punch me
Hug me
makes no difference
Love me
Hate me
Couldn’t care less
Give me specialist
And referrals
Put me on your list
For your special psychiatrist
Give me new meds
And see if they’ll help
Shove me in a padded room
That cozy quiet place
Give me quiet
Give me peace
Give me a coffin
Six feet deep
Give me a cliff
Three times as steep
Give me noise
Give me numb
Give me help
or let me hurt
I walk in
And check out
maybe I'm just broken
and i can't be fixed
mind's a prison
and the worlds all frozen
thoughts fracturing
like a broken mirror
your growing gardens
I'm pushing up daisies
and ringing round rosies
- Author: Sam.C ( Offline)
- Published: December 14th, 2023 13:32
- Category: Sad
- Views: 3
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