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I wrote this when I was reading about someone that was soon to become one of my favourite musicians - Emilie Autumn. She has a very twisted and surreal life story, and has been in an asylum. It made me want to write something like this. So I tried, but it didn't work very well.

Submitted: March 09, 2010

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Submitted: March 09, 2010



Sat in a hospital room, Surrounded by an atmosphere of doom, Feeling like a let down, For letting my family frown. So I take of this gown, So overwhelmed. I slip into the jeans I know, I get up, discharge myself, of I go. Walking home, when it dawns on me, I don't know where to go, don't know what too see. Been it that hospital for years now, Roomed with a bulimic,+an alcoholic cow, I needed to get out, get out get out get out! Touching my scars, All over my arms, Failed attempts at bitter regret. This is it. I'm beyond upset. Realised I can't cope in a normal world, Can't live in such a whirl. I need a go back, go back go back go back! I can't, I can't, I can't do that. Go back there, Where, I'm treated like a mad woman, Like a freak for listening to the voice in my head, That tells me I SHOULD BE DEAD. So thank you,+goodnight. Bow you head, hold on tight. Good Heavens above, I'll never be all right... ?

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