He couldn't grip, he always slipped
And bit by bit, he lost his wits
Voices in his head, while laying in bed
Things that are said, makes him turn red
His family worried, his mind was blurry
Then they hurried, and they scurried
Called the hospital, to stop this hell
To make him well, him they didn't tell
So he went away, suddenly one day
For a short stay, to escape the fray
He went to get help, others had felt
He wants to melt, inside his shell
They gave him pills, a needle to chill
They held him still, he wasn't thrilled
Soon he fell deep, the meds did creep
No need for sheep, to fall asleep
After many days, no more in a haze
Maybe just a phase, of being in a daze
Soon he was released, voices ceased
They no longer feast, now he has peace
He learned to cope, now he has hope
It won't tie his rope, he just says nope
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