In Pyjamas creased like discarded paper

Shuffling aimlessly in worn down slippers on flaccid feet

Come the fresh patients commited to the psychiatry machine

Eyes stare intently into space in obscure realms of fantasy

 

With word salad jabber so wayward and bewildered

For morning medication they agitatedly wait

Chlorpromazine drugged psychotics limbs tremoring like jelly

Heads full of voices so 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 pustulated scars

With cuts to their limbs a heavenly release

With a knife or razor they ease their suffering in a stream of crimson valium

 

Hunched and haunted baggy clothes hanging off shoulders like sacks

With skeletal and blistered fingers forever purging empty stomachs

Bulimic victims yearning for the chic size zero figure

Too frail for sustenance their wraith body wastes away