Four white walls surround me,
In an empty gaze,
Can't move, for the 4 point harness,
Can't move for fear of falling,
Hurl myself at a white wall,
Only to bounce back,
Damn these padded walls!
Couldn't hurt myself if I tried,
If anything is making me insane,
It's got to be this place,
I was happier in a world where I could hurt,
I had the freedom to make myself hurt,
All that's gone now,
Day by day, they release us,
For our daily walk,
The walk of insanity,
Being around crazy people,
Makes me feel crazy,
I'm here for multiple suicide attempts,
They want to put a stop to my self-harm,
But if I'm not cutting,
Punching,
Burning,
I'm thinking,
And that for me,
Is the worst form of self-harm,
Now all that's gone,
They've taken away my cure,
Of course I'm going fucking mental!
So everyday when I walk that walk,
I ask myself:
"Will I ever be that bad?"
I hope not,
I have no choice but to stop,
I've been committed,
They've taken away my cure,
So all I have are four white walls,
My new friends,
It's like cyanide dreams,
And candy-coated hallucinations,
Without my cure,
They took away what's good for me,
They made it bad,
They have tried to cure my symptoms,
By taking away my cure,
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