hospital

White walls, locked doors, locked windows, tortured souls.

No knives, no danger, can't escape, can't die.

Soft whispers (hidden screaming), made-up goals.

Truth is punished, lies rewarded, there's no Sky.

Cameras watching, eyes watching, will they see?

Stay quiet, Ratchet hides, in the evening.

Vacant gaze, empty minds, don't laugh, don't be.

I won't cry, she cocks the gun, no feeling.

Ativan after Ativan shoved down me.

No phone calls, can't get help, don't swear, fucking bitch.

Masked emotions, hidden fear, let me see.

Provoked rage, sadistic treatment, set me free.

I want to run outside again despite

The sorrow.

I want to see the sun.