Damaged Goods

I’m damaged goods
My smile is so plastic
My arms are so bruised and sore
From all the times hospital staff
Held me down on the Quiet Room floor
My world crumbled down around me
Over two and a half years ago.
My body feels so naked
Without the safety of the straight jacket
Binding me to sanity
I’m free from the psych ward
As of yesterday
But don’t trust myself
Alone in this world of fractured realities
I’m damaged goods
Milk left out too long on the counter
A carton of eggs that fell and shattered
Please give me some morphine
To dull the pain inside
The Tylenol stopped working
The day you locked me up against my will
I thought you loved me
I thought you cared
But you called the paramedics
And let them take me away
You said you thought I was about to self-destruct
And well maybe you were right
All I know is that
While I was locked away
For two and a half years
I died inside
And now I’m damaged goods