White walls, white gowns, white everything.

Cries of ****** ******.

The voices and pain.

The nurses trying to calm down those who are yelling cause the voices won’t stop.

The new girl crying in her room while reading a book.

The girl sitting in the corner rocking back and forth, counting the days.

The boy playing chess with his imaginary friend.

The mom crying because they took her child away so she wouldn’t hurt the infant.

The grandma just visiting her blind, mute, and deaf grandchild while tears roll down her cheek.

Do you hear the voices like I do?

Do you see things that aren’t there?

Are you just like the rest of us?

-Gillian Askeland

Life is like a guitar.
You can't play on broken strings
You can't be happy when you're broken.
You have to fix it before you're able to play.
-Gillian Askeland

I wish you knew
I wish you’d realize I’d never hurt you…

Hurt me because your gonna go off to college soon and you were scared I’d hurt you when your gone…

I wouldn’t hurt you.. you mean so ******* much to me.

You were the light at the end of the tunnel.

But now that light is gone.

I’m trying so hard to get over what we had.

I told you things I’ve never told anyone before.

You knew I was suicidal and hated myself.

I’d never hurt you. I won’t try to **** myself anymore because I can’t hurt you.

I wish you knew your the only one I’ve ever wanted.

-Gillian Askeland