I'm surrounded by these 4 walls. No privacy I get. I wake up with needles poking and prodding me. I walk the long halls like it is death row, it may as well be because you have no privacy. You know things have gone bad when you've ended up here. The thing is, they could care less about your tears. You can fall down on the floor and they won't help you up. They tell to just get up off your butt. You want someone to help you, but no one there seems to care. You can pull out your hair or slice your arm but all they tell you is to try and not be scared. Being in this place makes you realize what you've lost. You need to be home and want to be loved. Please god get me out of this place and never again let me fall from grace.
