mental hospital
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Bringing me down,What is there to gain?You don't care,You're in it for the money, all of you.Traumatizing the children for what?To feel the sense of control you've never had?
Prison for the insane
White walls close us in.
Locks on every door.
There’s no way out, essentially, imprisoned.
I was a witch the day I succumbed to the fire.
The woman--a traitor, I thought at the time--tricked me into boarding the mysterious carriage;
one) a boy who speaks with a thick accent. always gets up in the middle of group sessions to ‘use the bathroom’.
Nurses,
Should be nice.
Or at least that's what I thought.
They didn't care about me.
Hurt yourself?
Stop crying.
Lonely?
Oh well.
Your entire life you have been searching for a home yet you only seem to feel at peace when he talks
The way his voice soothes your soul and completes a part of you nothing else can
chapter three: her name is
they told me to smile as i stepped onto the firing line,
about to be shot with the reminders of my own vulnerability.
chapter two: mario kart 8
my mother said goodbye to me and walked out ahead of my father.
i suppose she couldn't handle seeing how easily i was able to belong and blend
chapter one: my mother on the outside
the first time i saw my mother cry
out of sadness, instead of frustration,
was when she came to visit me in the hospital
Writing by the light of a door cracked open is the most honest one can get with oneself.
Especially when that door leads to the hallway of a psychiatric hospital.
I remember the last night I spent in the hospital
Sitting on my windowsill like I was on top of the world,
When really the world was on top of me
And yet, I couldn’t cry
