Welcome To The Hospital

A poem to get out the emotions of being hospitalized for mental illness for three years. By the time I was discharged, I could barely walk. It was life-changing.

Welcome To The hospital, although impossible please enjoy your stay

Anyway, your just another soul used to medicate and create another monster,

The dying of mentally ill children we sponsor

It’s great, the amount of hate that fate sent their way is just another helping we ate and cleaned our plate of their innocence

Using our view of punishing crazy people to wash it all down, destroying any human bonds we could have found, the sound of their cries we’re fond of, retarded wastes of space don’t deserve love

Welcome to the place where the dead are raped and virgin rapists go to die

Live to serve the ones who lie or commit suicide trying to spread their secrets

Your human heart a sign of weakness, look endlessly for escape seek it, mind numb, resolve breaking in the bleakness, speak this and we’ll tell the world who the freak is

Where people outside the window can’t hear your cries, but laughter echoes inside the wards walls your tomb is buried behind, cold plastic halls

With strewn torn bits of your body scattered, shattered in tatters scorned by humanity with pain in what’s left in your brain that is drunk on your insanity dropping tears like heavy rain from everyone’s eyes, close them, this silent tragedy isn’t meant to be known

We’ve shown them a home, now we own them alone, our cruel minds and hearts made of stone

You’re a pig in a pig sty divided by the slight difference of illness and occupation, creation of forced prejudices I don’t abide by

And pig meat tastes better sautéed, fried, buried alive like the bodies of teenagers that dangled dangerously to escape what I see endlessly in my dreams bury their souls in the sweet red sauce that flowed through our veins before they froze in the frost of our salvation because we consume the lost, hang the noose, because mental illness is just another holocaust

Why try to medicate me when you can see that honestly, nobody wants to be the b*****d who dies here

The cost for those pills are the chilling thrills we get when we kill regular peoples sick ones mothers, sons, brothers, others and fatten them inside this birdcage fill their hearts with sadness and rage and disengage with our empathy remember we are the boss so we don’t mind letting children get tossed from home to rot inside caught by our lot when their taught to listen and if they’re not then

Welcome to the hospital, please enjoy your stay, but if you want to live to see another day slave, you better f*****g behave

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tony]

I feel your pain. I’ve watched my older brother go through this and continue to go through it. It’s hard for us to understand totally but I continue to learn more and try to understand this situation. I feel for you, him and all those who have to live this reality. On a lighter note, I also really liked the flow of the poem! Nice write and keep your head up!

[wordman]

lol,i liked it,laid back on my a*s,room service,watched tv,3 meals a day plus snacks