Patient

Alone

Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter

I awake behind window bars in a room so white

Cold like melting frost in this summers night

There is nothing that can hold my weight

Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery

Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me

Why can't you all be fucking silent?

So I can think

The blinding light and the sterile smell comes over me

Take this pill. Worship this God

Wear a smile. Lie to the world

Everything is alright

No, you can't leave (not until our pockets are full)

Scars run so deep

A ghost of me is all you will see

The burns from a rope I never tied

The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I didn't want

Healed by the life I would one day lead

There is hope somewhere beneath all this death

The final exhalation could be a newborn's first breath

Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old tree

Amanitas are growing

This is where I will be

A place where scars are beautiful

Where sanity and insanity meet

That is where I will be