Reality for this young boy was a stuggle to grasp.
Being constantly medicated on anti depressants and anti psychotic medications he could not tell what was real and what was a dream. All he knew is that there was no hope.
As he lay restrained in his psych ward bed, he began to wonder why he was being treated with what seemed like such cruelty.
He began to lash out at the nurses that gave him his food and his medicines.
Only then did a group of four men, as tall and as thick as brick walls, wearing white coats walk into his room.
One of these men began to torment the boy, they beat him with batons, they urinated in his hair, he begged and pleaded for them to stop, but it was no use.
The men had already finished their act, a charade of sorts, and walked slowly out of the room not saying a word.
The boy, still chained to his bed did not cry, because he was afraid the bodily fluids would leak into his eyes and mouth.
Instead he lay in denial, he closed his eyes and had convinced himself that he wasn't even alive in the first place. This was his hell, he started to plan his vengeance..
They will all rue the day he said in his head, and after that he drifted off to a very uncomfortable slumber.
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The Unforgiven
PoésieA poem about a young teen who has been bullied through school over the years, his story of how his mind has become weak and his will to live even weaker.
