Mental Hospital
I guess thats where I am.
The walls get grayer every minute.
The curtains are auburn,
And the windows are barred.
There is a person in the corner of the room,
And all he is doing is rocking.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
It makes chills run across my arms.
I walk up to a window,
And I grasp the bars that line it.
I feel a slight draft of cool wind,
That swishes my hair back.
I close my eyes and get lost in a sea of my own thoughts.
I am in a prison.
And it's all because I acted on an impulse.
An impulse that I wanted to cut a little deeper,
An impulse that I wanted to bleed a little more,
An impulse that almost brought the grim reapers cold hand upon my skin.
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Impulse
Teen FictionSummary: 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...
