Have not been writing much 
just focusing on my recovery, therapy, health and vitamin taking right now
However I did write this poem about the psych ward
Hope it’s insightful and I hope ppl can relate a little
Lifer by Jonny
With stained piss walls
And deep shut doors
Surely a place you should ignore
The glass is bulletproof
You’d be better off playing a game of pull-a-tooth
Than to try to bust that down.
Surely nobody can smoke
And with a daily dose
Morning, afternoon and night
Every person must be lost that is in plain sight.
With a jail town feel. All one or zero course meals
Only thing to look forward to now is how do you feel?
When they stick pricks in your wrist and butt
While they give you spiels on how you ■■■■■■ up the deal and you’re just a nut. Like cmon, for real?
I swear I’m just confused
After all the times I faced so much god damn abuse
Got every other tooth punched in
And to cope I drank too much juice and gin, and became a little too aloof. So I sinned.
So oh well, then they give you pharmaceutics,
Tell you you’re in the matrix,
Give you a feeling that nothing can be real,
And then you pace around the medic tables looking to just heal
It’s been near hectic for you since you were just about a cradle
So doc, how bout you shove that label
Up your ass
Schizophrenia, bipolar, whatever, I swear none of these therapists ever paid attention in their class
When they told you how to treat a patient
They don’t listen to what I’m saying
Plus this old guy is just hating
Im not crazy but this mold on the wall is just damn tasteless
This woman is so ugly and mean I swear she’d be better off being just god damn faceless
Wait till this haldol hits
She’ll be just like a puppy or a kid
Sleeping and drooling and all that ■■■■
Just hope she finds the bed
She found the meds…
The nurse too is in the psych ward
I say to her let me out of here I’m ■■■■■■■ cured
No it’s not the locked walls, it’s just everyone’s energy that is making me so damn bored
Oh my lord!
I got escorted here via the police’s ford
Went through the ER on my tour
Now they’re trying to make me more
Crazy than what I even came here for
The system is broken
Get out and take a cigarette, I’m smoking
Now im back On the internet finding the drugs id been taking
Locked up till i never break the cycle
and you know what i think of coincidences 
still broke as it’s more than half way thru the month and I got lots of expenses. But my parents dont let me starve so that’s always good.
