i wasn't always like this...

I used to have parents. Their gone.
I used to have a boyfriend. He's gone.
I used to have meaning. That's gone.
I now live in asylum. I eat once a day and have drugs constantly pumped into my body. I don't talk anymore. There's no need for it, no one listens. The plastic bracelet snapped onto my arm says two words.
Suicidal.
Deranged.
All of my walls are covered by white pads. The floor is covered, the walls and the ceiling. I am in captivity.
No people but the nurses with smiles on their mouths but fear in their eyes, though not for me but for themselves.
I'M 18. I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS.