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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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