~The Asylum~

Here I am to get better.
More therapy, increased meds.
I hope it works.
I hope I sleep and the noises
of the other patients
don't keep me awake.
I want to cut my arm up, I want
to feel pain.  It's the only
relief to this insanity.
I can't deal with the drama.
And I can't bare the losses.
But I have to carry on.
If most people can do it,
then I should be able to.
Then why do I feel so
HOPELESS?
I cry off and on.
I wonder when I'll
get out of here.
He told me five to seven
days.  But I doubt it.
Maybe I'm still healing.
Or at least I'm trying
to heal all the wounds.
It's hard to heal when you
got a lot on your mind.
I miss my Spooky,
my Tristan and Laika.
I miss my Loki and Faby Baby.
I miss my Stardust and Dexter.
I even miss my noisy little Sasha.
I miss my Soul Sister, Chandra,
who's always there for me.
I miss my mom and the
rest of my family.
But I need the rest
and I need to get better.
This is my home for now.
The asylum with no music.
It's time for bed finally,
so I must shut my eyes.
I pray for sleep and the
grateful dreams
to come alive.