Hey, Doc

The Doctor asks me how I feel and I reply “Better than ever, better than ever!” My brain says, “Insanity has lost its appeal And I don’t want to be CRAZY forever.” Moonlight peeking through the window that Is locked to prevent us from jumping, while Pain, regret, and pure agony are all over my Body and Thumping. There’s a man to my left wearing the blue Scrubs which are the tell-tale hint of the Psych Ward, And I cannot even put into words how many Times I have prayed to the Lord. “Help me, please, to take away what ails me And keeps me awake and so restless in the night. When I seized the nurses called it a tantrum and I didn’t even put up a fight. “I’m ready to leave!” I have shouted, then they Say to stay calm in this prison. The anguish in being ignored is alike to the PAIN of an open incision. These wounds will close, but they will never fully HEAL; I will never forget the trauma that caused Them or the Horrific way they feel. I am screaming on the inside, crying out for Help from ANYONE. I’m begging for this Punishment to end; I just want it to be done. Have I not suffered enough here? It feels as if it’s been years! It’s all come true, all at once, every single Thing I’ve feared. At that moment I realized that I am alone, with no one in this skewed world defending me. So I’ll gather up the last of my Strength and pray for Serenity.