Misunderstood the terms on the mission
Statement that underlined the treatment.
No conditions on when it would end,
The horror would still continue to fight.
Needles, people prodding me,
I want to feel free.
Hurtful words of
No more haunt my every move.
This was the end, love no more,
The closeness that was shared, dead.
I'm alone, siting in bed,
Over dosing on care.
Tablets and pills,
Bottles on the floor, no empty.
Head cut, eyes closed,
Call for help, I'm confused.
Sirens calling, assistance has come,
Wake me up; let me live.
