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Mental Victoms Part I

Arthur was 16 when he entered the system i could never ask him why he was too old when i met him he was on soo many pills and not very pleasant to talk to he heard voices he would sometimes get up and punch someone but who knows if they deserved it or not after being in a mental institute from the age of 16 until the day you die wouldn't you go crazy the first real guinea pig i met him i never cried for him and his pain but he always wanted to check my shave, perhaps a victim from some sick war crime I'll never know Graham is not from our country and I've written amnesty international concerning his welfare they say its not any of their concern as he wears shackles and chains on a daily basis and goes to the bathroom in a diaper and eats cold food like sandwiches because he hits people mainly his doctor who lies to him in my opinion just like the doctor lied to my dad about me trying to bite him, but i have no proof just lucky I'm not in chains going to the bathroom in a diaper I know he committed a crime but two years locked in one room alone with a window curtain opening and closing to spy on you is enough psychological insanity to inspire mania if you ask me Andrew was a crack head and held up some convenience stores for some money so he could get drugs now hes been in the funny farm for like twelve years still trying to get a hold of his next hit watching his youth disappear watching his life fade away jumping through the hoops of a system that holds your freedom above you that may or may not ever grant it Andrew ran away gave it all he got saw people chained to the wall people dieing there from the age of 16 for ridiculous crud and knew they were toying with him so he ran away now he on a unit where god only knows what mind hell they're putting him through what rainbows hes swallowing down Shelley was the meanest woman i had ever met but it was always worth seeing her smile don't know haven't figured out if the drugs really helped her but she was in that place since she was seventeen and died in a group home from some sickness they claim wasn't related to her meds I'm no fool, the stuff they pump us full of is deadly and toxic i never made it to Shelly's funeral to see her murderers there crying fake tears for someone they would never really miss

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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