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Psychiatric Logic

by leonie-whelan

Push my head underwater and let me breathe liquid Forget that I'm a person with a life and ambitions but let's not think about that because apparantly that's not important I didn't know you kept a chainsaw in your office Until the day I was in the middle of speaking and you started to cut off my limbs your argument was that it would prevent risk Temporarily isolating myself for a better cause Your involvement made me begin planning homicide well as long as i'm socialising, it's fine isn't it Dressed for the mourning of a grandparent I get told I'm wearing too little and a staff member comments on my tits but in community meeting, it's the patients that are said to be the ones talking inappropriately to staff What if one day we both brought a gun inside I bet it will be me who is tortured for it
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Published
Jul 26, 2014
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Tags
#illness#mental#health#schizophrenia#therapy#psychiatric
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