Consequences of a decision

They bring me upstairs, security in tow
They tell me that it is just protocol when they see me anxiously twiddling
Now I sit here, in this blank room,
A bed drilled to the floor and a camera watching my every move
I can feel the person on the other side watching as I stare,
Out of the double paned window,
Wanting to jump right out and fall through the air

It's the same routine every day,
They would ask how I am feeling,
They would ask if I wanted to end it,
They would ask what I would do if they let me go
They would ask why I did it,
They want the answers to these questions but I don't know them, I swear
Perhaps if I answer just one, they'll get out of my hair?

Medication and capsules galore, what fun!
One fails to bring me up and puts me back down,
One brings me up and gives me strange dreams,
One forces me to sleep and doesn't let me wake up,
I think that one's my favorite, though it is hard to choose
Maybe these will help me to not lose