Mistaken

Psyche Ward

I'm cutting myself again,
She's leaving me here alone.
I'm trying not to be dead,
Nobody will pick up the phone.
I'm listening to the footsteps,
They're growing really near.
The things in the hall, she sidesteps,
Thinking I can't hear.
She calls some guys into my bedroom,
And they inject me with a needle.
Once they're done, it shatters and she gets the broom,
These drugs stop me from needing to feel.

I hear the sirens screaming,
And the howling of the wind.
The drugs they gave me have me beaming,
And I don't think I'll ever win.
I'm sitting in the psyche ward,
I'm listening to the screams.
I wish I had a sharp sword,
To slice through my sick dreams.
She's leaving me here with my thoughts again,
I'm wishing she was still here.
I really want every thought I have to end,
I still can't handle these tears.