Anti-depressants, lithium, morphine, opium,

Flow through my veins instead of blood,

Electric currents and counsellor's words,

Circulate my brain instead of thoughts,

I permanently reside in soft-walled cells,

White lights beat down on me instead of sunlight,

White tiles underfoot instead of carpetting,

A morgue and burning purgatory await me instead of a future,

And you ask me why I'm suicidal?

The End

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