The hospital He couldn't grip He always slipped And bit by bit He lost his wits Voices in his head While laying in bed Things were said That made him red The family worried His mind was blurry Then they hurried And they scurried Called the hospital To stop this hell And make him well But they didn't tell So he went away Suddenly one day For a short stay To escape the fray He went for help Others had felt He wanted to melt Inside his shell They gave him pills A needle to chill They held him still He wasn't thrilled Soon he fell deep The meds did creep No need for sheep To fall right asleep After many days No more in a haze Maybe just a phase Of being in a daze Soon he was released Voices mostly ceased Voices no longer feast Now just has peace He learned to cope He still has hope It won't cut his rope But to just say nope ©Schizology

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The hospital He couldn't grip He always slipped And bit by bit He lost his wits Voices in his head While laying in bed Things were said That made him red The family worried His mind was blurry Then they hurried And they scurried Called the hospital To stop this hell And make him well But they didn't tell So he went away Suddenly one day For a short stay To escape the fray He went for help Others had felt He wanted to melt Inside his shell They gave him pills A needle to chill They held him still He wasn't thrilled Soon he fell deep The meds did creep No need for sheep To fall right asleep After many days No more in a haze Maybe just a phase Of being in a daze Soon he was released Voices mostly ceased Voices no longer feast Now just has peace He learned to cope He still has hope It won't cut his rope But to just say nope ©Schizology

Schizology

balliawantsmedicalcollege ©Krisswrites

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