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10/1/14

Battered knuckles
and crazed smile
Broken china
and acidic bile
Fleeting Psychosis
lost contact with reality
My past-life diagnosis
seems to be shattering
Gripping metal tables,
while stripped down to nothing
Ties over wrists and ankles,
heart monitor humming
Poked by useless needles
Jabbed at by doctors
All I do is sing nursery rhymes
as the fill out their rosters
Therapists try hard
To get me to talk
But I just grab my knees
and I start to rock
“Rock A-bye Baby”
I hear my mother whisper
her voice drowned out
by the sobs of my sister
I start to remember
the late-nights crying
but instead I block it out
my only wish is to be dying
“Twinkle Twinkle”
“Little Stars”
I shout the words
to get rid of the scars
“Old Macdonald”
I fling out my arms
“Had a farm”
I hear the alarms
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
I scream at the white coats
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
as I grab at the cold throats
Then silence…
and I know they’ve knock me out
I grin, and I smile
Cause you see,  I’m free now

EDITED: 3/20/15
Bloody battered knuckles
and crazed smile
Fragmented China
and acidic stomache bile
Fleeting Psychosis 
misplace contact with reality
My past-life diagnosis
seems to be shattering
Gripping frigid metal tables,
while stripped down to nothing
Ties over wrists and ankles,
heart monitor humming.
Stabbed by useless needles
Jabbed at by doctors
All I do is croon nursery rhymes
as the fill out their rosters
Therapists try too hard
To get me to talk
But I just grab my knees
and I start to rock
“Rock A-bye Baby”
I hear my mother whisper
her voice drowned out
by the sobbing of my sister
I start to remember
the late-nights spent crying
but instead I block it out
my only wish is to be dying
“Twinkle Twinkle”
“Little Stars”
I shout the lyrics
to get rid of the deep-emotional scars
“Old Macdonald”
I fling out my bleeding arms
“Had a farm”
I hear the pounding alarms
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
I scream at the white coats
“MERRY CHRISTMAS”
as I grab at the cold throats
Then silence…
and I know they’ve knocked me out
I grin, and I smirk
Cause you see,  I’m free now
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