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| bunsofsteel (profile) wrote, on 10-13-2005 at 6:07pm | |
| i remember looking out the window. and it being dark outside. not nioghtime dark. but weather dark. and the snow covered the trees. and i remember thinking to myself.. am i ever going to get out of here? the windows were bullet proff. not getting out there. the doors were locked. no such luck. but if i was good, i got a pass. and my mother would be so suprised that i would run away from her.. that isk if she would even chase me or not. i was ready to jump into a spirt at any second. and then a girl walked by with her mother holding her arm very tight. and i knew i couldnt make my mom do that with me. so we went out. we ate. and i didnt run. we walked over to the gym the next day. and i tryed not to make it noticable that i was stairing at the big walls looking for an imperfection in the seemingly perfact cage i was in. but none could be found. people claimed to hear voices yelling at them. people kicked and screamed. the quiet rooms were always full. but i would sit and observe. and they would try and be friends to me. but i didnt want that. all i wanted was to sleep away the rest of my sentence in that hell hole. you'd think it was a jail the way im talking about it. but to me, that exsactly what it was. you call it phych ward. i call it hell. |
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