He couldn't grip
He always slipped
And bit by bit
He lost his wits
Voices in his head
While laying in bed
Things were said
That made him red
The family worried
His mind was blurry
Then they hurried
And they scurried
Called the hospital
To stop this hell
And make him well
But they didn't tell
So he went away
Suddenly one day
For a short stay
To escape the fray
He went for help
Others had felt
He wanted to melt
Inside his shell
They gave him pills
A needle to chill
They held him still
He wasn't thrilled
Soon he fell deep
The meds did creep
No need for sheep
To fall right asleep
After many days
No more in a haze
Maybe just a phase
Of being in a daze
Soon he was released
Voices mostly ceased
Voices no longer feast
Now just has peace
He learned to cope
He still has hope
It won't cut his rope
But to just say nope
©Schizology
I went to the hospital in 2004....I had a mental breakdown
I was not myself for a long time up until going there
©schizology
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