Unit 805

January 18, 2012
By Anonymous

Hidden weapons and the lack of them.
On time.
On time.
On time.
Awake and smile to the man with the pills.
Without them you will surely go mad.
Beating against the Plexiglas as they consume you anguish.
They consume.
They consume.
They consume.
My eyes glisten with the fear.
The fear of the world I have been denied.
The stench of distress welcomes me home.
Hospital clean makes me sick at the thought.
I run from the white walls that consumed me.
I am free.
I have been discharged.

The author's comments:
I was in a mental hospital for the last few months in 2011. I hated it there and tried my best to grin and take it. It was incredibly awful having your free will being taken from you.

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