I just kept on going

after the initial storm of the bad trip the psychosis gradually started to emerge and two months after the festival i was admitted to a mental hospital...

Pride fatally wounded I entered the hospital

Once so cool now a person to ridicule
My demons kept me there and took my dignity with them
But I never gave up
I had no fight left but I didn't quit
I just kept on going
Through the swampy mire that my mind had become
Hours to days to weeks to months
Slowly
Interminably slowly time plodded on
Trying to trap me with its pitiless hands
But I just kept on going
Bent double under the weight of my torment
But not broken
Never broken
When I had reached the end of nothing and I had nowhere else to go it was only then my spirit began its slow ascent
Because somewhere from the cesspit I had reclaimed my dignity from the devils
Battered and bruised
Yet whole still... and somehow...better