In class we discussed the issues that lie in my head.
The depression
The isolation
The constant struggle
I felt as if I was a cadaver, laying on a cool metal table, in the middle of an a exam room, surrounded by the multiple fresh set of eyes named students.
Their plastic tight fingers poked and prodded my body.
Saw the scars on my wrist, the dullness in my eyes.
They conversed on the ways they could have saved me.
They explored the places in my head that went wrong. The cancerous thoughts.
I sat back and laughed a harsh silent laugh of pain, in the middle of this class.
Because they will never successfully save me.
The only thing they are possible of is stripping me of what dignity I had le
The depression
The isolation
The constant struggle
I felt as if I was a cadaver, laying on a cool metal table, in the middle of an a exam room, surrounded by the multiple fresh set of eyes named students.
Their plastic tight fingers poked and prodded my body.
Saw the scars on my wrist, the dullness in my eyes.
They conversed on the ways they could have saved me.
They explored the places in my head that went wrong. The cancerous thoughts.
I sat back and laughed a harsh silent laugh of pain, in the middle of this class.
Because they will never successfully save me.
The only thing they are possible of is stripping me of what dignity I had le