This place might not even be
That bad.
Compared to "home"
At least I'm left alone
And am safe from abuse
That makes me wonder:
Do I want to go home
Anytime soon?
Will I be the patient
Welcoming new people
Week after week
The people who welcomed me
Long gone
My tag on my wrist
With the "date admitted"
Months away
All I can say is
This place isn't that bad.
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
