Unforgettable Days

I remember when I took those pills;
How happy I was, now my life was going to be over.

I remember being taken to hospital;
How I was waiting for the pills to take over.

I remember the look my mum gave to me;
She was hurt, she was broken.

I remember the nurses telling me I had to be assessed;
That I was mentally ill, that something wasn't quite right with me.

I remember being alone in the hospital;
Crying because I had no one, crying because I was still hurting.

I remember when I heard the nurse talking;
Referring me as the mental patient, the one who needed to be kept an eye on.

I remember being asked questions;
The confusion because I didn't know the answers, the disappointment because I lied.

I remember being let home again;
The relief because they thought I was OK, the worry as I stepped back into reality.

I remember walking into school for the first time;
The whispers, the hate everyone felt toward me.

I remember thinking to myself
Why didn't it work?
Is there anything left worth living for?

This is what I wrote about when I went through a hard time in my life. People looked down on me because I did it, people looked at me like I was a psycho. But I know I'm not, and anyone who thinks someone who does this is a psycho, really has no heart and needs to know the story behind it before judging others.
I never really knew how heartless people are until I walked back into school, and it hurt to see that people thought I was "attention-seeking", as its often called by the cruel, cold-hearted people.
But anyway I hope you all like it, this poem means a lot to me, because it helped me get over this stage of my life and...made me feel a bit better and I wanted to share this with you.
Thanks,
Member Of The Black Parade