I look around the room I'm blank; ready to quit
Every second a different emotion stands but slowly sits
My heads hung low as the doctor confronts me
I won't talk or answer. This isn't therapy
I jump up slamming my self against the walls
Hearing security running making the calls
I feel the needle thrust into my side
I fall to the ground losing what's left of my pride
Parents run in I hear my mom scream
Laughing at them; body pains extreme
They all think I can be cured
The answer; keeping me secured
Strapping me back down on the bed
Too guilty to look at them I turn my head
I fade back to the past feeling a burning sensation
The bloods dripping my look of devastation
I contain the blood as I pull out the pills
Each one dismissing my pain of kill
Another flash I'm in the court room
Facial expressions show my life is doomed
Tried for attempting suicide
I deny it as a fictional lie
Parents in a shameful gloom
Sentenced to be cured in "crazy tomb"
I flash back to presence as anger rushes in
My father walks to me muttering me a sin
Now condemned to a table hopeful for a mend
But never to be cured not till my fatal end.
