Ward 5

Insane girl, despairing about the way things are.

Long, black flowing hair.

Plain white, room, camera, chair.

They torture me, the voices cry.

We’re all waiting for the day they die.

 

Walking down the halls, this time.

Behind a screen, to bide my time.

Round the corner, into hell.

Throw me back into my cell.

 

Not loved now, and never was.

Skulls and chains and black lip gloss.

Never say you know my shame.

Watch as I lose the living game.

 

Everything I do is wrong.

As I sing in my haunting song.

In this damn place, the screams begin.

I sympathise, my only kin.

The End

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