E.C.T.A Poem by T. L. O'NealThis is from my experience of Electric Convulsive Therapy, (shock treatment) for depression.E.C.T. Written by: T. L. O’Neal They wheel you in on a cart, and strap your arms and legs. Then they come around and strap you on your head. They say that everything, is going to be alright. This will make you better, they say with a smile so bright. Then they glue electrodes, to the temples on your head. They give you a hell of a fright, as they prepare to knock you out dead. He says you’ll sleep right thru it, so barbaric this thing that they do. Then they shot you full of barbiturates, and hope they don’t snafu. My life’s in the toilet, you go out in fear. They cut up the juice, and the result is unclear. And then send 110 volts, screaming through your head. They fry your brain in the hope, that you will be better not dead. And they erase the memory, from your twisted mind. They’re trying to fix you, with a brain that’s designed. You wake up feeling like a mallet, is banging at your head. What the results will be, is completely unsaid. They cover you with a bedspread, and wheel you into another room. When you wake up your're totally lost, lying in this cold tomb. You forget where you are, and you don’t remember a thing. The pain is excruciating, all you can do is start crying. They blew out my ear, And broke my back teeth. They left me with pain, and misery beneath. I never want to go through this again, you feel all funny inside your head. It’s not worth it, you rather be dead.
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Added on February 15, 2008Last Updated on July 28, 2008 AuthorT. L. O'NealIn the sticks, NCAboutI started writing as a way to work out my feelings and found that I enjoyed it very much. I enjoy humor and feel that you can find it in most things, even though it may be hard to find at the moment. .. more..Writing
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