Asylums are creepy.
Asylums are awful,
Asylums are awful,
Nobody wants to be there,
They give you drugs,
I wonder Queen Victoria wasn’t there,
despite they were popular during her reign.
I think no one had the courage to say she was crazy.
That didn’t happen with normal people.
Many aristocrats tried to keep family members there,
They want to keep secrets unknown, for ever,
Private and public,
But private ones were the worst ever.
They didn’t care about you,
They didn’t care about what you think,
They didn’t care about what you say.
Tiny little snakes,
Just want to keep you safe,
But this is just a little lie,
The only thing they want is,
The truth to stay there.
The secret is more important than you,
They just want to keep their secret safe.
They say you're mad or you have troubles,
but the only way to escape is to assume that they say the truth,
and you are really crazy.
Without someone to turn to,
Without someone to believe you,
Without someone to care about you,
Without someone to keep you safe.
Say what you want
They won’t believe you.
You’re just a little mad,
In this tiny asylum.
This won't be easy,
This won't be cool,
This is just a story,
This is just a story,
With historical issues.
Life there is,
Ugly, grisly, horrifying, eerie,
Also lurid, nerve-racking.
But don’t worry,
Take a dose of Lithium
Take a dose of Zoloft
And your life will be great again.
This is what you want,
This is what you think,
Torture, excruciation,
Torment, martyrdom, anguish.
Oh, dear,
This happened,
The story cannot be changed,
but from now on you cannot punish,
People for your disgrace, it’s your problem, not others!
This is a thing,
to think about.
This is a problem,
to solve.
You can’t stop it.
Deal with it.
Written by: Me and the author of this blog: www.lifeonda.blogspot.com