The sirens scream, but I'm already gone,
Lost in the dark where hope has withdrawn.
Police hands firm, they brought me here,
Through sterile doors that reek of fear.
The lights are harsh, but I can't see,
Not past the weight of what’s inside me.
Questions hang like ghosts in the air,
"Why?" they ask, as if they care.
Doctors speak in voices soft and low,
But their eyes betray what they already know.
They stitch up my skin, but not the ache,
Not the hollow left in every wake.
The walls hum with a hum I can’t ignore,
A steady pulse like life before.
IVs drip, machines beep slow,
But none of them can help me go.
Shadows of nurses glide past the bed,
Checking my pulse to see if I'm dead.
But the fight isn't here, it's in my mind—
A war they can’t see, one I can’t find.
I feel the cold metal of the cuff,
Police outside, their stares are rough.
Did they save me or chain me in place?
A prisoner now in a fragile space.
I watch the clock tick down its time,
Wondering if freedom is still mine.
The days blur, the nights are long,
The place between is where I don’t belong.
In the quiet, the fear starts to creep,
That maybe this time, I'll be too weak.
But for now, I breathe, I wait, I stay—
Not sure if I want another day.
