I sat here in this white room i paniced a bit i couldnt see clear my eyes are blurry as hell.
The bells have started to ring its church time they all say, Im lost and confused and cant remember how i got here.
Woman are yelling and screaming in here they sound like there going insaine they need proper help.
we all get ready for lunch slop is what we gotta eat its discusting thats what i can tell you.
Im trying to remember how i got here but still seems like a blur im sure they got the wrong woman im gonna put up a fight.
Its my right to leave this place everyone has been calling home it scares me seeing what they all look like skin and bones is all what you see.
Im planing an escape plan to leave this place im not like them im not crazy im still sane they pump me with meds i feel drowsy oh god please help me i dont wanna sleep.
Im just in too deep with my sleep ill never wake up all i keep hearing are whispers from the other room.
I wake up im chained down to the bed i cant move i feel paralyzed oh god whats happening to me i didnt ask to be tied up im good woman i never did anything bad.
I gotta get our of these chains i may start going insaine.
Time has come and seems like im never getting out they told me i belong here and was always supposed to be locked up im dangerouse to society and to my self.
thats why im in here now trying to get help.
I may oneday get out but until that day comes i must first get better be strong and fight my battles away and stay positive life is to short to stay angry.
im going crazy now cant do nothing just sit and stare at these four walls all day i need to get out of here i need to plan my escape.
please god lead me to the light where i can be set free thats the only way i can get out of this hell hole we call home.
years went by im getting oldder now idk how much more longer i can take my skin and body starting to look like them i guess that mean im one of them now crazy and im going insane.
I may need to relapse if thats the only way.
I take the syringe and dab it to my chest i cant breath im dyeing alone in this hell hole we call home.
drs say were loosing her maybe now im set free.
to late im alive again suffering in pain once again i survived maybe next time i wont.
I look through papers trying to still figure how i got here I went crazy one night and tried overdosing on my meds thats how i ended up here.
And im never getting out of this hell hole we call home.
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