Behind these blue curtains here I lay,
There’s no interaction and nothing to say.
I’ve help from Doctors and the Psychiatrist too,
The more I endure the thoughts the more I want to do.
It’s a mental health facility i’m here for help,
despite their efforts I still want to reuse my belt.
I still hurt and worry and mostly I sit scared,
I just want to feel normal, I just want to be heard.
I ask myself why, I even question life and me,
I doubt myself, I want to be set myself free.
My mind isn’t focused i’m struggling to concentrate,
I’m just an unworthy burden adding more weight.
I’m crying sore each morning, evening and night,
My hopes are zero to overcome, I don’t see a future insight.
I’ve a bruised faced, blurry eyes, i’m drugged and sedated,
I’m fighting my own struggles and feeling hated.
To say that I feel great, well that would be a lie,
When really, I’m hurting sore and all I want is to die.
I’ve got my Partner, Mum and Sisters for support,
Despite what I have, I harm to distort.
It’s difficult to imagine and even harder to speak,
With my best efforts buried, my eyes can only leak.
The more I feel trapped, my pain will worsen,
I just want to be better and feel like a normal person.
So I ask myself why, why me, why was I chosen?
The answer I get fills me with overwhelming emotion.
I’m locked here, sat in front of this blue curtain.
Can I guarantee my future, I’m not very certain.
I’m hospitalised and unfortunately sectioned,
Im trying my best to find my right direction.
I’m hard sore and done with crying,
my heart aches as i’m slowly dying.
So this is me, this is me currently,
In hope for a future set with clarity.
Despite my hope and one thing for certain,
At this minute it’s just me and this blue curtain.
– James Keenan