My Illness Is the Medicine I Need

I. My illness is the medicine I need.

II. I think I’ll stay here until I die, I’m tired of life. I don’t like freedom. The world frightens me.

III. Eat and sleep. Eat and sleep. The monotony here kills you.

IV. I like it when people ask me the time. It’s almost a conversation.

V. I don’t know why I’m here. I’ve no idea. I think people are brought here to be killed. I’m scared to death. Death will come to me covering all my body. And I will be silent forever.

VI. Once they give you an injection you instantly stop hearing voices.