I just don’t want to call the CAT team
I can’t apply what I learnt as a child
As a way to help another out of suicide.
I cannot cry those tears of desperation
To show my love, that prevented my mother
From taking her life. But I can listen
Like I did back then, to the things,
That psychiatrists judge and diagnose.
I can give enough understanding that may mean
That suicidal feelings can be expressed
Without the need for the actual action of harm
Happening to the self, perhaps, yes perhaps…
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I hear myself scream as I am hauled in socks
Across the road, I cry for help, I am lost,
When that is the policy and procedure
To help someone through suicidal ideation
And unusual states of consciousness.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
My mother feared that enough to know,
Never to see a mental health professional.
I know it enough from my own experience,
To flee when it is mentioned as prevention.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I am looking for something else,
Not what I did as a child for my mother,
But something else, because I’m an adult,
Who knows policy and procedure, but,
Wants to prevent that from happening
As well as the potential suicide…
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
What is and isn’t responsible I feel is warped
In our society, to the point where
Aversion therapy is the legal way
And gentler methods are discarded alternatives.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
I don’t want a person that’s hurting to become
Subjected to imprisonment and forced drugging,
Asked about their symptoms and not
Considered as a person with individuality.
I just don’t want to call the CAT team.
