...Silence...
January 11th 2008 01:47
The words of the mind are silenced and darkened by those of the world around you; the fury at being here is too much for you to bear. You leave, you run away, you stay away.
And then you go back. They come to see you-and ask to see your forearms.
You reveal; and show them the blood, the old wounds, the cuts. Minutes later, they take you away, to the hospital where he died, where you lost Daddy.
You beg and beg to be let out, you say it's all a mistake-and they say you're a danger to yourself, and they can't let you out until you've seen a psycho-babble person...
And you're stuck. Overnight. Alone. You take sleeping pills and you cry yourself to sleep.
That was the last couple of days from my point of view.
Fun, huh?
And then you go back. They come to see you-and ask to see your forearms.
You reveal; and show them the blood, the old wounds, the cuts. Minutes later, they take you away, to the hospital where he died, where you lost Daddy.
You beg and beg to be let out, you say it's all a mistake-and they say you're a danger to yourself, and they can't let you out until you've seen a psycho-babble person...
That was the last couple of days from my point of view.
Fun, huh?
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