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B Elevator Level 2

by SheOfNeverland

This is the place where No one sleeps Nightmares walk the halls You can come in But never leave. They watch through windows Noting every movement Whispering so we can't hear-- Judging us. Treatments never end Sedated to numb the pain Of being fried From inside out. Barbaric, prehistoric methods To heal the wounded mind Of the sad and schizophrenic , Silence voices, erase memories. Animals become human again But those who don't take well Turn from person to monster Feral, feared, and broken. Pills shoved down my throat Hazy vision, Numb and neglected Left shaking on my bed. No windows in the rooms A box without light or sound or hope, Souls die in this place Hearts rot in this place. Rejects of the world unite All silent in their sorrow Each alone in the crowd With a story sadder than the one before Wasting away by the day On the second level Of elevator B.
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