You said I’ll be fine that my path will change with time .

Some people care others just sit there and stare as they mutter under the breath .

The blood drips down my arm I know it raises an alarm when people see the harm .

I just wanted a bit of realise not for somone to call the police .

My mind pictures the trauma like a movie playing each chapter removing all the laughter .

You said it wasn’t a crime to cry yet the officers still try to force me admit my pain .

The passer by think I’m insane or maybe a criminal that they’re gonna put in chains .

I just want to run but I know they have a gun , wait why am I scared ?

I want death but I don’t want a bullet to take my last breath .

Still I say I’m ok with tears in my eyes

Those words escape their mouth and fear invades my soul .

How can a place of safety strip me of my worth and steal my identity .

I don’t deserve to suffer but I’m wrong for wanting to commit just admit it I’m stupid I’ve heard it all before .

If you don’t run when the sirens approach it will be your last chance of freedom before they take your rights away .

In a bed were you forced to rest and act your best . They force doses of the happy pill down your throat it’s not a great place it will make you feel like a waste .