To live but not to die. <br />I see your suicides <br />Major depressive, <br />and the light of suicide. <br />The worm hole of darkness, <br />where you can walk but never speak, <br />in sleep or dream to come back. <br />Who gives up the right, to be <br />thus strapped, upside down. <br />While the toes curl in after being injected <br />with muscle relaxers and the phallic <br />symbol too spread the tongue out. <br />The current...all that current... <br />and where did my child hood go. <br />While that puddle grows larger... <br />under the moon... <br />What ever it was, you did to me, <br />I am sorry.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/electroconvulsive-therapy/
