Not an insane asylum, but I was in a children's ward for around two weeks back when I was seven or eight. First day was spent in a straight jacket in a padded room (though it wasn't white, but a pale tan). I was also medicated during that time and for years after on different things that never helped.
What's the point of this thread, aside from everyone not taking it seriously?
I know my weakness I have told them before It is a lie they have fed me, I know this They do not care They manufacture illnesses and pain They take you and you never see the light of day again It's over now for me, I'm in over my head I envy the ones that they say are now dead Help me, please, if anyone can hear Or run and hide, you have reason to fear But beware the men with smiles and happy things Suddenly they trap you and they clip your wings Your freedom is gone, your cries never heard Although once you soared happily like a bird Your plight is ignored, and nobody sees Those who have been locked up far longer than trees I wish I could help, but my life is a blank I feel like a fish in a dirty glass tank If only somebody would warn those around So they are not trapped like the dead 'neath the ground If only somebody would listen to me Then I could find peace, though I'll never be free.
