Pick @ this Hole

I spent time in a mental facility, it was after a suicide attempt. Don't worry I wasn't serious about it, I just was so desperate for help that I faked a suicide attempt to get it. Doesn't make sense does it? Well it did to me at the time. So this was wri

I pick @ this hole on the wall

and I wonder if

I'll ever get out @ all.

My sanity is wearing thin,

and depression is starting to kick in.

Here,

in this place

I'm all out of sorts,

tired

and scratched,

with a temper so short.

Out,

is all we wish to be,

free,

from this captivity.

The double pane glass,

keeps us in-

but who saves us

from THEIR original sin?

The locks and deadbolts

are all in place,

to let us roam

in this constricted space.

In a cage,

is all we are.

But our minds roam away,

someplace real far/

Where fancies of flight

and daydreams galore,

our eyes are seeing

a beautiful shore.

Where mermaids and fairies

do exist.

and waves roll in,

spraying us with a fine soft mist.

Do you now know

and get the gist-

of what it's like

to trully miss?

The world outisde races by

without a care-

for us inside.

Author's Note

Please pay no attention to the playschool rhyming. To evaluate me when I first came in they had to take me off my medication for three days. They also stuck me in a semi-small octagon like structure with about fifteen other bi-polar and schizophrenic "crazies" and I had a roomate that snored, talked, and farted horrendously in her sleep. I cracked on day three and started screaming and throwing things. When they sedated me I wrote this. And after they started me back on meds. I was much much better, at behaving AND my writing... this is merely meant more to show you what it's like inside a mental insititution.

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[Kelley]

WOW you see movies and I even visited a friend in one , but you
really never know unless you been there yourself right?
Anyway I enjoyed reading this even with " Playschool Rhyming "
Thanks for sharing .

Kelley