I am on the psychiatric ward again
because I am not okay in my head.
My freedom was taken from me
for my own safety.
What brought me here
was saying things I do not mean. 
The pain gets so bad in my mind,
I want to scream out the agony. 
The medication helps my brain
and keeps me out of pain. 
My stay is winding down,
so I’ll enter the real world. 
I can take on everything 
that comes my way 
because the staff built up my will 
for a better day. 
The good Lord will help me the most
as He is the closest to my soul.