Torn

Leave me torn to peices,
lying in the street,
hoping to die.
I won't tell them who,
I'll go through the treatments silently;
they have their methods to get me to talk.
They think they do,
well I'll wait and see how effective their methods are when I'm dead,
lying on their cold metal table,
with them wondering what went wrong,
seeing as they had me on the "right" medications...