LOCKED AWAY
Stuck here in a prison,because of my mind. Everyone thinks I'm crazy.No one wants to help me.Can't smile or laugh why?
The staff wants you to be depressed, so you have to stay here longer, no support or understanding.
Do you ever wonder sometimes why things happen to you, and why you want to give up?
They pump you full of medicine, that you are told to take, but does it really work?
Or is it all mind games.
The staff is here to take care of you, but it seems in all reality that they don't care deep down inside.
They try to dope you up with drugs, and don't want to give you ones that will help, or that you need.
They just put you on holds, so they can dope you up more.
Why Me? I Ask.
I guess I deserve it.
I didn't think I did, but why do you think what I am thinking?
They say that God does things for a reason, and he won't give you more than you can take.
He sure is giving a run for my money so to speak.
If you really want to know how I feel I should of been dead long ago.
Why was I spared? with all the physical problems I have, and not having people to help you.
How would you feel if it were you?
You would seek the help, and probably get it faster than anyone else.
Do we really understand peoples minds?
You probably think you do.
Do you know everybodys body, and their pain?
I bet ya don't.
It must be nice to not have a problem, and be sane.
They think that they can just move you to another room, and touch your belongings without asking.
They invade your privicy, and treat you like crap.
You should be able to make your own decisions, but thats the problem.
They dope you up so you can't make your own decisions.
So here I sit Locked Away, in this prison they call a mental insitution.
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