One night over, induced into sleep. Today will be harder, I will have to speak. To smile and be friendly, To cry and be raw. To show ugly scars that I want to ignore.
I feel the pain rise, I tremble and shake. Is this fear? Maybe itβs fear I will break?
I constantly feel so deserving of pain, so ******* worthless, My guilt and my shame. Me I should hate. Me that should die. Tortured no longer for not knowing why.
A daily journal of my 30-days as an inpatient at the a mental health hospital