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