Painful Agony

(this poem is about me but I have no been to the mental home yet but my parents are threatening and this is my image of what will happen, I've known people who have been in there)

Painful agony, shooting through my veins
the knife slices through and the pain is revealed
the anger builds up and its too much to cope
all I can do is sit pray and hope

hope that I won't decide to end my life again
to be sent to that place where my family are threatening once again
the mental home they call it where all mad people go
I am afraid, no where to turn, no where to go.
Padded cells, no way out u can scream
and they won't hear you.

The voices start calling and they want to take over
you let them and your there lying on the floor
with nothing left worth living for.
You want to end you life but your on suicide watch everyday
you think to yourself surely hell is a better place.
The screams of other victims in the cells next door
can make u want to bury yourself in the stone cold floor.

And thats where you stop living you want to die
but you can't and that hurts and you cry
and thats when you've hit it thats when your really mad...
and you've lost it!

By "CanYouSaveMe?"