Poem and Pictures

The one good thing that does come from my depressed times is beautiful poems and pictures to go with the poems. You all probably remember my "Circus Clown: Take A Bow" post from September when i was madly bingey and depressed. Well, here's another, similar thing. The poem is called "Insane Asylum" but the pictures tend more to zombie. I'm not sure if the pictures fit the poem, but yet i kinda think they do... What do you all think?

Insane Asylum

My skin begs for the blade.
My wrists want to bleed.
Pain is my only desire,
Masochism my only need.

Blood, cuts, pain!
Give me that sweet release!
Open the veins:
Grant me that relief.

But they took my knives
And hid them all away.
“This is for your own good,”
I heard them say.

But they lied to me
In their pretty white coats,
And they couldn’t see
That what I needed was a rope.

The man in the pretty white coat
Told me a pretty white lie
And tried to convince me
That I didn’t want to die.

But I’m not convinced,
And I still want to hurt.
They’ll never persuade me
That I don’t belong in six feet of dirt.

Load me up on pills
To kill all my pain.
Fill me to the brim with medication
Until I’ll never be the same.

Call me crazy:
It’s all too true.
Label me “clinically insane”
As I make my face go blue.

You can’t make me breathe
Though you took all other forms of death.
I can still suffocate myself;
I don’t deserve breath.

Away with your lies,
Away with your cures!
Bury me in a deep grave,
And I’ll rest forevermore.