This isn't right. I shouldn't be here.. What they're doing here can't be legal. Confined in this room, walls of white, I just pray i can sleep through the night. But they're guarding the door, making sure i can't leave. Is it really as bad as perceived? I feel as though i'm on my death bed.. Will anyone grieve?
Denied any phone calls, not given proper rights. When i open the door it's far from alright. I'm in their clutches, trying to break free. Why on earth is this happening to me?
Mentally broken and physically bruised. On the verge of tears, what am i to do? Forced to take medication but what is it for? They're trying to **** me. Please open the door.
This is a really personal poem about being in the hospital.