This Place is Supposed to Make Her Better?

Her sister is 15 minutes away and she only sees her once a week

 

She walks over to her in the mental hospital

 

Temporary home that smells like bad food

 

Beds that are as thin as the smile her sister wears

 

She says it feels like a punishment in there

 

Somehow her suicide attempt was more bad behavior

 

Than mental illness

 

Temporary home, but she’s restricted on what she wears

 

Restricted on when to eat, and sleep, and even to go outside

 

More like temporary, home is missing in the aspect

 

Her sister nearly cries when she spends the hours with us

 

The paper thin smile trembles

 

When she’s in the car for a pass with us she seems healthy

 

Cured for a few hours

 

Temporary home, mental hospital, whatever

 

She’s somewhere where behavior comes before the illness

 

You don’t get the help unless you’re good.

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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