What was it really like to be a Girl, Interrupted? Did you have to be crazy? Just.. insane? Or could you pass that stage with other girls? Susanna recovered and left everyone. She had some effects on our lives. Telling us the truth. Was it really pathetic to only feel alive in this place? Lisa studied the nail polish Susanna had given her. Would she ever get out of here?
"Gonna miss her?" Valerie startled Lisa.
"Is there any way I can go. Go see here? And get out of this fucking prison?" Lisa asked and sat up.
"Yes,. But you have to figure out how. Think about how Susanna got out." Valerie left the room.
In the TV room everyone was gathered in a circle playing with Ruby. That reminded every one of Daisy. Even though she might not have spent a lot of time with everybody, and wouldn't let people in her room, it was different without her. Her and her father's chicken. Repulsive. The only reason she killed herself is because of the truth. That was mainly Lisa's job. Everyone needs to know the truth. Without it, no matter how terrible, you're gonna keep lying to yourself. When you lie to yourself, you live your life confused. Maybe Lisa WOULD get out. She heard the truth. What else is left? She has no secrets. Depression is a gift; it helps you see the truth. Yet, nothing is lost until it is forgotten. No one forgot a soul that got out.
Susanna was probably having a great life. In the lying world. But, is it really possible for everyone to get better? They say depression says with you forever. Unless you take the Ritilin or the Prozac, then your life is pretty damn easy.
(Author's Note: I take Prozac.. *sniff, sniff*)
People can never understand each other. Life keeps going with no end. Dramatic events never to be forgotten. Everything seems so easy. But, just wait until you're in the spotlight. And it's your turn. Maybe you can't support yourself. So suicide comes to mind. Most people would do it with less pain. But more pain is rememberable. It hurts people around you so they know how you felt. They would never know truly. They being your friends, foes, family. Everyone had a chance in life. If you didn't pass the first time, what would happen the next? Would you end up being in a Mental Hospital for eight years? Or live on the street in poverty? Like those poor dreaded souls waiting for shelter. People at malls say they're giving money to the poor. But, who? What family? One buck to everyone? One shirt to a whole family? It's horrible that the world is filled with greed and people full of themselves.
Tears fall from the depressed's eyes like a river going downstream. Slowing down over curves, and wrinkles. Life just is a lesson. What is our lesson? Is it our faults we have a chemical imbalance? Are we supposed to control it? And be all goody-good. Knowing we're beautiful. Shopping everyday. All this bullshit just stays the same.
"Gonna miss her?" Valerie startled Lisa.
"Is there any way I can go. Go see here? And get out of this fucking prison?" Lisa asked and sat up.
"Yes,. But you have to figure out how. Think about how Susanna got out." Valerie left the room.
In the TV room everyone was gathered in a circle playing with Ruby. That reminded every one of Daisy. Even though she might not have spent a lot of time with everybody, and wouldn't let people in her room, it was different without her. Her and her father's chicken. Repulsive. The only reason she killed herself is because of the truth. That was mainly Lisa's job. Everyone needs to know the truth. Without it, no matter how terrible, you're gonna keep lying to yourself. When you lie to yourself, you live your life confused. Maybe Lisa WOULD get out. She heard the truth. What else is left? She has no secrets. Depression is a gift; it helps you see the truth. Yet, nothing is lost until it is forgotten. No one forgot a soul that got out.
Susanna was probably having a great life. In the lying world. But, is it really possible for everyone to get better? They say depression says with you forever. Unless you take the Ritilin or the Prozac, then your life is pretty damn easy.
(Author's Note: I take Prozac.. *sniff, sniff*)
People can never understand each other. Life keeps going with no end. Dramatic events never to be forgotten. Everything seems so easy. But, just wait until you're in the spotlight. And it's your turn. Maybe you can't support yourself. So suicide comes to mind. Most people would do it with less pain. But more pain is rememberable. It hurts people around you so they know how you felt. They would never know truly. They being your friends, foes, family. Everyone had a chance in life. If you didn't pass the first time, what would happen the next? Would you end up being in a Mental Hospital for eight years? Or live on the street in poverty? Like those poor dreaded souls waiting for shelter. People at malls say they're giving money to the poor. But, who? What family? One buck to everyone? One shirt to a whole family? It's horrible that the world is filled with greed and people full of themselves.
Tears fall from the depressed's eyes like a river going downstream. Slowing down over curves, and wrinkles. Life just is a lesson. What is our lesson? Is it our faults we have a chemical imbalance? Are we supposed to control it? And be all goody-good. Knowing we're beautiful. Shopping everyday. All this bullshit just stays the same.