Mental Patient
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“Mental Patient”

 

Sitting alone in this padded cell....
Crouched in the corner....
Broken and bruised, torn apart and bleeding
Surrounded only by my own pain
And mental anguish
You all look at me,
But there's something inside of me that you'll never see
A life full of anger, loneliniess, and confusion.
Always fighting, always striving to be something I can never be
Finally I've given up
I'm broken down, I can't fight anymore
You expect me to carry your heavy burden of life
It's something I just can't do anymore
I'm not your slave, I'm not your christ, your fucking martyr sent here to die
Break the chains that bind me
And you throw me away
You want to figure out "What's wrong with me"
There's nothing here that's wrong
THERE'S NOTHING HERE TO FUCKING CURE!
You lock me away....
Because you're scared
You're scared of me, you fear the unknown, the darkness.
You can't pull yourself to face the truth, that life isn't what you thought it was
That happy little daydream, the clean cut vision in your head
God....you're all so fucked
You just can't see that THE WORLD ISN'T PERFECT
Every day people are crying, every day, people are dying
Everyone tries to push it away, try not to think about it
While always struggling, always wondering, always wishing, straining, and fighting
God, what the fuck is all this for?
There's always that one question....
The one aching question that will never be answered....
........WHY?!

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