i see the blade,
the pills,
the rope…
who am i to have any hope?
they think im crazy but i know im not,
the escape was kind of easy,
especially with the help i got.
the voices told me what to do
and i did what they said,
all the time my suspicion grew.
but i trusted these voices in my head,
they always knew what was best,
the insane asylum was no place for me they said.
so now i sit here at the end of the bed.
the voices echoed “pick up the pills, my friend”
i do as they say and listen again.
“swallow them all and wait for your end”
