In Pyjamas creased like discarded paper

Shuffling aimlessly on flaccid feet

Come the fresh patients to the Psychiatry machine

Eyes stare into space in obscure realms of fantasy

 

With word salad chatter so wayward and bewildered

For morning medication they agitatedly wait

Chlorpromazine drugged psychotics limbs tremoring like jelly

Heads full of voices torturous and deluding

 

Bi-polar suffererers with their contrasting moods

Thoughts swaying from building babel towers to entrapment in dark catacombs

Pumped with lithium to achieve that happy medium

They rule over castles of sand till they collapse into dust

 

Bitter self cutters yearning for their inner pain to cease

Their misery on show in rows of pustulating scars

With a cut to the arm a heavenly release

With a razor or blade they ease their suffering in streams of crimson valium

 

Hunched and haunted, baggy clothes hang off shoulders like sacks

Skeletal and blistered fingers forever purging empty stomachs

Bulimic victims yearning for the chic size zero figure

Too frail to eat, their wraith body wastes away