There's a tightness in my chest,
It hasn't gone away since she called the emergency room-
Since they put me on suicide watch.

My hands keep tingling,
My head spins and I'm far too dizzy to concentrate.
Reaching out is not an option.

I don't want to leave.
A hospital where my things are taken away.
Will it be like suicide watch?
A bare, tiled floor
Hard hospital bed.

The medications they gave me,
I don't like them. I am grey
Today, there are no blues.

They're kicking in now, I can feel myself going.
My eyes hurt,
and my fingers ache,
I can barely type. I need to get this out.
Get this out,

Get this out,
Medication
Hospital
Tiles
Cold
Suicide watch.