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They left you sitting in the large room. You remember sunlight entering in and the echo of voices down the hall. They had sat you in the chair and left you there. They had performed performances on you using electric shock as you lay tied to a bed and attached things to your head. You wondered where the far door led and where the door behind led off to and why they left you. You passed through a ward with a nurse either side and the patients gazed at you as you walked past and they became silent as you passed as if someone had turned off the sound. They have left you with your thoughts and feelings and doubts and dark and just the echo of the electric spark.
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
Left You 1971
The nurses half walked half dragged the screaming woman along the passageway of the locked ward. He watched them, a cacophony of screams and shouts and banging of doors,  then silence; that was more disturbing that silence, and picturing the patient on the bed strapped down, the rubber mouth piece between teeth, the injection to oblivion,  the electrodes applied each side of the skull, the electric shock applied, the body in motion as the current rides. He knows the score he's been there before, knows the strapping down, the rubber piece between teeth, the injection and the buzz along the nerves, ******* consciousness out of each pore and momentarily it seems you are no more.
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Ect Application 1971
I've been so curious about people who burn down their home's, and drive their families off of mountain sides. The ones who take their live's, pack up everything and leave behind the ones they cannot imagine living without. The people who cause their own hurt. The lucky ones who gamble everything away. The ones who let their live's tumble down and blow away. I've stood in front of this mirror and watched myself bleed enough times to know what a good thing is. I still light the match and burn it all to the ground, cross over the barrier fast enough to free fall, break your heart time and time again, leave you behind when I know you're the only thing stopping everything from completely unraveling. I put you down like a bet, and lose you every time. I **** us, over and over and over, again. It's no wonder why I hurt so badly in the middle of the night, and can't trust myself with my own heart. I do this to myself, these are self-inflicted tragedies.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
Self-Inflicted Tragedy
If you stare out of a window Across a bleak garden some September morning If the neem tree in the garden reminds you of home Vast, old, timeless If you remember playing under a neem tree in Allahabad And you can almost hear the laughter of children as they play In the heat of a sultry afternoon in June And because the window is small and barred and cannot open Because you want to breathe freedom Because you want to shower without them watching Because you silently swallow your screams Because your mind is starting to get fuzzy Because your tongue is starting to slur Because you have started drooling Because your fingers shake when you write Because the words Ritalin Prozac Depakote Lithium Have started sounding like poetry Because you feel your resistance slowly dying Because you start to say the words they want to hear Because you know the glazed look in the eyes of others Is in your eyes too Because this confluence of muscle and bone is wasting Because you sleep for hours Because you now smile at your doctors Because you scream when the ECT paraphernalia is wheeled in Because no one cares Because once you’re labeled, you will be forever Because asylums were once freak shows Because asylum is not what it means You go back to staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring Staring
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
Staring
Some of her wiring had come loose She had burnt out like toast left on too high a setting Now her brain needed a reboot It had come to this be plugged into a mainframe she did not feel a thing just a small sharp scratch and the pleasant scent of the oxygen mask wakes up a little blurry mouth a little furry but new connections made a few weeks on she can spark up a smile again an electro convulsive treat
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
E.C.T.