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Irish singer Sinead O’Connor claims to be suicidal, suffering
from mental illness and living in a motel room in the “arse end
of New Jersey” in a video posted to her Facebook page this week.
“I’m all by myself and there’s absolutely nobody in my life
except my doctor, my psychiatrist, the sweetest man on earth, who
says I’m his hero, and that’s about the only thing keeping me
alive at the moment and that’s kind of pathetic,” O’Connor says
in the emotional video. “I want everyone to know what it’s like,
that’s why I’m making this video.”
“Why are we alone? People who suffer from mental illness are the
most vulnerable people on Earth,” the “Nothing Compares 2 U”
singer says in a desperate plea on behalf of people who suffer
from mental illness. “You’ve got to take care of us. We’re not
like everybody.”
“If you have a family member that suffers from mental illness,
care for them, tenderness, love, care for them. Visit them in the
hospital, don’t dump them in the hospital and bugger off.”
Remember this song, Sinead?
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
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Michael Press