Waking up
I wake up on a metallic bed
Covered in wool sheets that itch my legs.
My head throbs,
But it's nothing compared
To the pain that is screaming from my wrists.
"Where am I?"
I try to remember.
I get up and take a look around
Only to find myself lying in a bleak room
With grey walls.
I lay back down.
My memory is fuzzy,
Maybe even erased.
By myself of course,
So I wouldn't have to remember what happened.
I'm used to repressing bad thoughts,
I'm used to grasping every bit of remorse
And shoving it to the back of my mind,
So I can try to hide from it.
But finally the terrifying thoughts hit my brain
And rattle me from the inside out.
I remember what happened now.
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Dla nastolatkówSummary: A girl wakes up in a mental institution, her wrists are bandaged and she can't remember why she's there. But when the memories start to flood back, she has to relive every horrible and vivid memory of how she got to where she is now, so she...
