a dedication to mental hospitals is it all a game? a game that we play as we weep through the isolation? as we lie in the loneliness as are eyes scream with fear with cries of longing for a helping comforting voice to touch our ears a game a game of smiling accepting the threats accepting the threats of destruction to our hearts we came to mend not to place a bandage over its a game a game we play cause without the game theres no way out theres no way to "recovery" no way to normality no way to what we see as happiness for it does not lie here but in the substantial beings of the mind its there you can't see it no matter what you can't see it because its not there until you see it

I  wake up and realize I am not well. Nor am I happy or comforted . I am only reassured of the misery that accompanies me day by day. That's the beauty in fear, the dreams and promises you make are only to become your worst fears. As I go through the days, my unhappiness is reinforced by broken wishes and unspoken dreams When the day is over, as I look in the mirror I see a face that is familiar A face that is not well not happy or comforted . It is a face that is only reassured of the misery that follows it day by day And upon darkness as the wishful soul vanishes, more unrequinted hopes and fancies are evoked only to be broken by the first light of day.

I am so glad to be locking up those doors To a house of woes, drama, filth, and ingratitude That was the past and I’m ready for a new home As I walk around sweeping up the place Thinking about the pain I no longer have to endure I smile, cheek-to-cheek, that I don’t live here anymore Jiggling my keys and prancing around with my broom, my mic I don’t even need to play into the details to your risky business Your extreme home makeover was just covering up lies So long Yesterday To the man I was and the problems you caused I’m moving on, I sing the story

Rhythms & Visions: "Johnny Note" from Babes In Arms https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zfMfRDIXWU