Hospital

I went to a hospital
For several reasons, you see.
It was nearly impossible
To not feel accepted or be me.

In groups I talked
But not really about myself.
My mind was locked
I didn't let anyone in to help.

I was there for cutting my arms
I was there for risky behaviors.
Everyone seemed so alarmed
So I thought I had no savior.

I was being unsafe at home
So my mom got fed up.
I always felt alone
always empty like a cup.

Finally I decided to speak
So in one group I let it all out.
My heart became weak
Tears were falling and I had no doubts.

When I finished my story
Everyone just stared.
I began to worry
That nobody really cared.

The days went by slow
All groups and stuff.
But my emotions would flow
Talking didn't seem so tough.

I finally got out
Just last night.
I know what it was about
I was having trouble with life.

Author's Note

I just got out of Psychiatric facility last night.

Reviews

[Apathy To Empathy]

I've been in one twice, so i know what it's like. I could relate to this poem because it just...well...it just summed up what i was there for and what had happened only i hacked up my emotions from the back of my throat so they would be satisfied until i really lost it...An-Anyway, I hope you're doing well. I enjoyed reading this in a way.

[Liza]

writing will continue saving you; making a practice of writing sense of the nonsense that goes on in life will be your solution to perceptions we all deal with...life is not easy; wish you a calmer peace of mind each moment...