They call you irrational for being upset.
Why can’t you just be normal
As if what happened isn’t a great tragedy
As if I don’t have the right to mourn the life I could have had.
As if something inside didn’t break and die.
I felt myself dying and I still took the pills you gave me.
Until I had no choices left.
But maybe if someone had asked.
If someone had just fucking asked and wanted to hear.
Maybe I could have 16 years back.
Maybe we all could.
And there would be no more tiny ducklings walking in a perfect line.
Across the grounds at horsham.
Because no one cared to ask.
Laughs and Lobotomies 