Everything is blurring together.
10:04 p.m.- strawberry meets my lips
Soon enough the bottle is empty
And my eyes are begging to close.
The paramedics told me it was midnight
While I shivered in soaking wet clothes
10:00 am- "We'll transfer her."
I hear the doctor mutter
I face fierce cold
As I'm carried to an unfamiliar building
The walls are minty
Like toothpaste
They close around me
Trapped
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
