So I’m leaving hotel Asylum
The budget won’t stretch no more
Bags are packed, arrangements made
It’s time to walk out the door
What lies ahead now I’ve rested my mind?
You know I’m not sure
Don’t know who I am anymore
Will they find a cure?
The clock is ticking, the TV. Is on
Distracting my artistic mind
But I like to gaze into space
And everyone’s been so kind
Will I survive, will I find the strength?
To get up after being hurled down
Life looms on me like a cage fighter
Humiliating me like a clown (in a show)
I thought I’d feel like a hostage
Waiting to be set free
But I’m going to miss my asylum
I just needed to find me
I wrote this after needing to be supported for a period of time. Couldn’t thank the staff enough.