Broken Iv hurt myself My arms are soar I hid the knife Behind the door They come for me They clean me up They give me pills In a paper cup They search the room They find my toys They dispose of all My horrid joy The pills are working Now I must sleep My arms are bound To padded sheets They say I'm ill There hear to help To show me #life Preserve my health It will take time My pain must break To end my torment For my loves sake Lee Tovell. 22/2/2002
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