This bullet to the head didn't work...
What the fu*k happened?
Laying on the cold stretcher
In a white room
Strapped down...
Faced down...
Losing the joy of movement...
Struggling physically and mentally...
Trying to break the chains that bind me...
My cries for help go unheard (as always)
As it echoes through the black halls...
But everyone else has passed their expiration date...
Why am I still alive?