The doctors speak a language all their own
Full of words and chemicals unknown
To vacant minds with drugged behinds
So they can fix their wretched soul
It will fix you they say
As though you were broken in some way and your mind could be replaced
With one more common place and less problematic
To them it’s just another day
In the asylum in which they stay
Day after day they prey upon the psyche of lost children and desperate parents.
Their duties to help the needy
To be carried out hastily
By giving them lobotomies
Through a poison masked as a remedy.
I was there, a zombie amongst the horde
The ER having me deferred
To a ward full of prisoners
To themselves and the ones who claim to help
To the walls in which they are held
With less dignity than a rat.
I was there the day she planned to be
Strangled in the night, in her sleep
By her own hand in her own bed
Her own bed sheets ripped to rope and slid over the throat and mouth
Of an innocent 16 year old angel.
You didn’t watch her or stop her
She’s safe you assured
Tell that to that family of hers
I’m sure they’d love to hear your kind words.
Your pills don’t help
Your lies don’t dwell in our minds
Only the lies we tell ourselves are the ones we choose to hear
And yours, doctor dearest, are complete bullshit.
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Only the lies we tell ourselves are the ones we choose to hear