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Array ( [sid] => 61478 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My family may not be PERFECT, but they DON’T ABUSE me! [time] => 2004-08-26 12:22:13 [hometext] => I was put in a cell under MENTAL HEALTHACT again last night and most of today. I was in there for 21 HOURS! I didn’t want to go home because I didn’t want another verbal fight with my family, so MENTAL HEALTH are accusing my family of abusing me! [bodytext] => No words explain yesterday and today,
Besides the fact that yesterday,
I got drunk out of my face.
And every thing broke, and I slipped right out of place.
And now not much makes sense,
Since they placed me under “mental health act” again…

I couldn’t help it,
I just lost all control!
I went round town shouting,
“I’m a cursed and FREAKISH little girl!

There was nothing inside me,
To control my head.
I just couldn’t stop screaming.
“I’M A **** AND I’M LIVING DEAD”!

Security said I was making a ‘disturbance’,
And said to leave the town.
But I wouldn’t listen,
So uniform came round…

I’m back at home now.
After spending 21 HOURS! In there.
My family are so distressed,
And they keep on saying how much they care.

But nothing makes me any better.
Because I saw more monsters in my cell.
So I held my head and screamed the place down,
Until I couldn’t breathe as well…

“MENTAL HEALTH” are really stressed out,
And want me to come to a meeting tomorrow.
… And so I told them where to stick it,
‘Coz I’m breaking in this sorrow.

… And then I didn’t want to go home,
‘Coz I couldn’t face a rowel.
So mental health are threatening to place me back in care.
If I continue, to FALL DOWN!

They said my home is broken,
Then said that I must be ABUSED!
THEY DO MORE HARM THAN GOOD!!
They’re snapping me in 2.

So I wouldn’t talk to them!
‘Coz they would only judge me.
My family may not be perfect,
But they don’t ***** abuse me!!!!
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 21 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
My family may not be PERFECT, but they DON’T ABUSE me!

Contributed by deathdrop on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 12:22:13 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



No words explain yesterday and today,
Besides the fact that yesterday,
I got drunk out of my face.
And every thing broke, and I slipped right out of place.
And now not much makes sense,
Since they placed me under “mental health act” again…

I couldn’t help it,
I just lost all control!
I went round town shouting,
“I’m a cursed and FREAKISH little girl!

There was nothing inside me,
To control my head.
I just couldn’t stop screaming.
“I’M A **** AND I’M LIVING DEAD”!

Security said I was making a ‘disturbance’,
And said to leave the town.
But I wouldn’t listen,
So uniform came round…

I’m back at home now.
After spending 21 HOURS! In there.
My family are so distressed,
And they keep on saying how much they care.

But nothing makes me any better.
Because I saw more monsters in my cell.
So I held my head and screamed the place down,
Until I couldn’t breathe as well…

“MENTAL HEALTH” are really stressed out,
And want me to come to a meeting tomorrow.
… And so I told them where to stick it,
‘Coz I’m breaking in this sorrow.

… And then I didn’t want to go home,
‘Coz I couldn’t face a rowel.
So mental health are threatening to place me back in care.
If I continue, to FALL DOWN!

They said my home is broken,
Then said that I must be ABUSED!
THEY DO MORE HARM THAN GOOD!!
They’re snapping me in 2.

So I wouldn’t talk to them!
‘Coz they would only judge me.
My family may not be perfect,
But they don’t ***** abuse me!!!!




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Re: My family may not be PERFECT, but they DON’T ABUSE me! (User Rating: 1 )
by Jolly on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 01:10:12 PM AEST
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The poetry is great. Something's going on inside that head though...bet they want you on meds too, huh? I don't see things or hear things but man sometimes I want to f*n scream the house down...I'm filled with sadness and anger...I swim laps, use the treadmill...they say I'm bi-polar...or on the fringes of it. I have seizures...take meds for that. My ears always buzz until I want to cut them off like Van Gogh rotflmao...Everyone has to have a label...fit into a category or mental health isn't happy. Your poetry is great though; no worries there...e-mail me if you want to talk...whaziz@yahoo.com




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