Help.
Location
Help.
Fights, screams, yells, sirens, ambulances...
No such thing
There is no help
Crying and yelling
Sirens and running
Nobody helps you
Nothing helps you
Overbearing, rotten
Fucking convulsions
Twitching
Seizure
Shaking
Jerking
Epilepsy
"Sleep" she calls it
A profound, hurtful nickname
For such a twisted thing
Making calls to 911
It's all downhill
You can't go back up
You're nothing
Nothing, but a prescription
Another number
Another monthly check to your scummy ass doctor
Money to the evil neurologist
And his consumptions
Just because he said he cured you
Kicking, punching, screaming, sitting...
But he's only cursed you
Sucked the life out of you
Drained you
And your pockets too
"Till you were both dry
He took your job
Your license
Your control
SHIT!
Isn't that what a seizure does in the first place?!
Why be that stupid cherry on top?
He says it's for your safety
But it's not helping you
You have high ass expectations!
High fucking aspirations
But you can't do you
He doesn't care
He doesn't even bother
He just says be content
You're "lucky"
You've been "cured"
Twitching, shaking, jerking, electricity...
Taking a prescription
THE REST OF YOUR DAMN LIFE
Is that really a fucking cure?
It's more like a catalyst
Starting up your death sentence
Leading you to live a dull life
Losing you to a "controlled" mind
You're not there
Just a body
Standing near the wall
Let's hope he learns
Let's hope you learn too
Get out of her life
And out of her head
Quit being stupid dude
Help.
Y.B.