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Jesse (Jenn)

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My Hospital Stay

My Hospital Stay
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The first step to an unknown world of differences, I took it

I cried and I lied and don’t trust you, but now here I sit
As I sit on the dusty floor of the hospital room
I’m wondering if they’ll help me out of my mindful tomb?
I can’t think, I can’t write, I can’t even believe
My emotions flicker and I want to die, or so I perceive

The lady comes in, and checks on my health
Asks me about home, about the family’s wealth
She asks about emotional safety, or in my case, the lack of
And I blurt out yes, my mother has an absence of love
When asked about my suicide, I answer with honesty
Because when it comes to getting better, I want too. Honestly.





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