An Elegy For Them

It's getting hard to handle

Numb hands

Chest pains

The voices

They're making choices

They don't have the right

Who made them in charge?

Oh no, it's getting too hard

Please separate and discharge

I'm itching and scratching

Please go away

I want no part of this

I didn't think id have the heart to do this

Oh no, it's getting too hard

They're in charge

Not leaving

Chemicals fleeting

Not healing

Author's Note

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