I still hear sad, patronising voices
And am subject to their bad choices
Of reprimanding me and my sanity -
Within reasoning as I am so needy.
I have been to see the psychotic Shrink,
Where it makes you so rationally think
Of a stink that can take you to the brink
Of despair, as they seemingly don't care.
I have wait in what was a debate
In how I was to passionately relate
That my detrimentally respective ills
Are because of sedating, strong pills.
I am in a sporadic state of sleeping,
The hours are stolen away resting,
I am always tired throughout my day
And feel like I'm rotting with decay.
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