The vines they come 
The vines they tie
Is this just life 
Barely getting by
And the shreds of ego 
They justify
What in me
Is not afraid to die
Coz they come with their pills
And their ect 
Am I just attracting it to me
To say that you can go to hell
With the days you wished me well
And told me what I can sustain
Give me something to help with the pain
A non existent foe
If you love me let me go
But they contort me into all sorts of shapes
In the wilderness of my escapes
From Stella ward, I walked to the garden
Til they locked the doors and decided to guard them
Two bulletproofs to tic tac toe
Threatening me to let it all go
“You’ll be back here in the morning”
But now my fury’s storming
How can they be so dense
When we all live in the present tense
They let me out on April eleven 
Like they should shake my hand
I understand
You’re thick as planks
Don’t think you deserve my thanks
For what you did to me
But my soul remains ever free
From the lasciviousness and lies
The untruths in false goodbyes
And I personify the weather
Blame the heather
For being blue
Or some kind of purple I pulled it into 
Don’t laugh
But I think I could pull a calf
With the strength inside
The activity room where I used to hide
From “the team”
Who use arrows to puncture my dream
In so many places
I breathe and the air displaces 
The water in my lungs
Why do I sense it has just begun