Institutionalized

I'm screaming on the inside,
please, someone let me out!
Frantic
I can't remember the feeling of calm.
Every memory eats away at my sanity,
my face, a barrier holding back the tears.

My constant over thinking,
the main ingredient
in the recipe of my pain.
Exhausted by emotion
that has lodged itself in my throat,
a lump that is too hard to swallow.

Hollowed out, like that of a dead tree,
Leafless and lifeless.
This pain is my winter,
it's cold icy fingers wrapped around my soul
have stolen what little humanity I had left.
All that remains is numb.

This world has left me cold
lobotomized by those designed to hurt me.
White coats say pills will help me,
I've never known them to work on the
Dead.

Reviews

[Anonymous -]

Felt like I was reading something I wrote, reminded me of very similar things. I hate the mental health and addiction industry , just doctors reading prescription pill descriptions. I could do that haha. I don't think it's all doom and gloom , one day things will get better , can't give up ! I liked your poem though.