She's had enough She's had enough She's begging, "Please" Please She's put her hand up It's enough To take down that cup of Don't say nothing Choke down what's in it Don't say nothing Enough to be free Of those walls and scrub Enough For a city window in the moonlight At that night hour He steps off He's had enough He's calling into the darkness, "Please" Mercy Saint Mary! Unholy! At that night hour Battering hands of dark are more kind to me In the morning I've had enough She's my captivity, and he Oh darling! I would set you free! He, I hear you calling And I would see you free Bulletproof walls I cannot get to you She's begging, "Please" To lead walls Through double panes He's calling into the darkness I looked into the darkness For someone to set me free Set my voice free Oh, Mercy! Unholy! Can you hear me calling? Calling rape in the morning Calling chemical lobotomy Oh, darling! Does no one love you? Would no one see you free? Hands of darkness are enough for me Double-pane moonlight I do not need
This selection of prose is brought to you via my experience in Peace Health St, Joseph Medical Center in Washington state. Forced injections, inhumane treatment, and abuse of patients is rampant among this country’s Mental Health facilities. Institutions broken apart within the last few decades have been moved into Behavioral Health Units within hospitals, where medieval practices and shock therapies have been largely abandoned. Patients now have the right to refuse shock therapy, but it is available upon request. What is now common practice equates to imprisonment with a chemical lobotomy: forcing highly addictive and volatile medications into captive’s bodies. I was held down by groups of people, stripped (even had my clothes cut off), and was given mystery shots on the inside of my thighs near my genitals. I thought I was going to be killed each time. I was taken in and released with the diagnosis of PTSD. Go figure.