poems
- breathesafespace
- Jul 7, 2024
- 1 min read
Hospital
I wake up to
An empty room with just a bed and chairs
My body feels weak and my stomach is in pain I looks at my hand and i see an iv with fluid going
Through it the first night at the hospital everything
Was blurry i remember getting transported i felt
So alone and scared i kept getting flashbacks of
The overwhelming feeling of the pills ever since
That day every time i take medication i get that
Flashback and the negative thoughts mixed
Together i'm trying to get past it but i can’t Whenever i get the thought of wanting to
Do it again i remind myself the feeling of the
Hospital
Tired
Tired of feeling weak
Tired of taking medication
Tired of bottling everything up until i can’t
Tired of trying to hide my insecurities
Tired of having no appetite
Tired of having no energy
Tired of having no motivation
Tired of my suicidal and self harm thoughts
Tired of feeling like i need to lose weight
Tired of trying to hide my emotions