They heard
Me screaming
Running into a wall
Padded room
Split wrist
Trust the process
Jump out the window
Or
Take the pills
Under their control
Blow your brain away
Be the monster
They say you are
No one cares now
They won't care then
They heard
Me screaming
Running into a wall
Padded room
Split wrist
Trust the process
Jump out the window
Or
Take the pills
Under their control
Blow your brain away
Be the monster
They say you are
No one cares now
They won't care then
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Comments2
Far too often the people who are in a position to potentially help the most, actually care the least. Good write 🌹
Feelings of frustration and desperation fill this poem for me. A society where confirming the diagnosis and prognosis is expected not only by the doctors and public but by the patient themself. Hard hitting
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