vital signs

locked up, no air

people screaming "I don't belong here"

take your blood- they shove the needle down

spilling your feelings that everyone must drown

Always checking vital signs

the one screaming always declines

all things sharp locked up tight

keeping out of the cutters sight

shoved pill to swallow whole

coming to therapy face of drool

taking naps all day long

then theres that kid who thinks he's only here for hitting the bong

starting to go a little crazy

memories get hazy

packed up, ready to go

rest of them staying slow