#psychiatrichospital
Step on the scale
fidget
fidget
"Three Digits!"
f a t
Shuffle back to Your Room
p r i s o n c e l l
8:00AM
Drag yourself to the main desk
The Morning Medication line is long today
m i n d l e s s
Pretty pills fill your palm
They have changed colors today
They are all shapes, large and colorful
c y a n i d e
PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK
They dive into your empty stomach
Swim in acid and glide through your veins
Emotional Morphine-
You await the glorious numbness
s a n i t y
and still you crave the blade.
b l o o d
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
The room sinks in like a closing jaw,
baring its teeth at the things I saw;
the air tastes thick, like dust and dread,
a quiet burial for the thoughts I’ve bled.
Nights here stretch with a strangled grin,
a taut black thread pulling tight on skin;
the light on the ceiling hums low and bleak,
like it’s mocking the words I do not speak.
My mind is a cellar stacked with bones -
old decisions rattling in undertones;
they shuffle and clatter in the gloom,
staking their claim on this padded tomb.
Shadows drip down the walls like tar,
slow, deliberate, never far;
they curl around me, thin and sly,
counting the breaths I barely get by.
I feel like a fault line waiting to break,
a silent tremor under a frozen lake;
one wrong thought and the surface cracks,
letting the cold crawl up my back.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:40 PM UTC