Sometimes a there isn't a pill to take it away~Newbie Only Poetry Contest Entry |
Being held, against your will If you scream, you get a pill Straps so tight,around my wrist My baby blues,filled with mist I want out ,of this pure hell They have me,under their spell I tell them the voices talk They smile and click the lock Left alone in this white room Alone to deal with evil doom The doctors say I'll be fine It will take some work and time They don't get it,never will You can't cure me with a pill |