I'm about to reveal to you

What I've held in for so long

This is what really happened

While I was gone.

Here is my fair warning

My own caution sign

My mouth is moving but my lips are sealed

What I'm about to tell you crosses the line

One week in my life

I was in captivity

Held prisoner by my mistake

'Set free' by therapy.

This place was supposed to help

This recommended institution

That's just an official title to mask

An unofficial psycho's prison

In cuffs I entered

Sliding doors at seven

Lights out at ten

In bed by eleven

But it's the events that haunt me

Following and proceeding

Those 7 mornings

And 8 evenings

Leading up to my arrest

I let my life simmer

Until the heat became too much

And my blood ran thinner

Because I couldn't handle

The trials live gave

The coward in me took over

And I turned to the blade

With a plan

With a knife

I had a mission:

End my life.

But I had friends

Who had to intervene

They crossed my line, took my knife

Grabbed the phone, called the police.

In cuffs I entered

Sliding doors at seven

Lights out at ten

In bed by eleven

But it's the events that haunt me

Following and proceeding

Those 7 mornings

And 8 evenings

But what happened during?

Isn't that the long story

That everyone wants to know

And I'm about to tell?

They stripped searched me

And found a note

At the time I was glad

That, by hand, I wrote.

It was my own confession

Of the mistake I made

Passed to two friends

In band that day

I thought they'd see

That I just made a mistake

But I was very wrong

In very many ways.

I waited in the lobby

For further directives

And was interviewed

By two 'detectives'

They wanted to know

About the new kid

We swapped stories

About the things we did

I almost thought

That things would be okay

But looks can be deceiving

As it was definitely not that way.

I was told to get in line

Hazy minded, I complied

To the cafeteria we went

And it was then that I cried.

This, a sin above all

I was ushered down the hall

The nurse yelled in my face

Said crying was a disgrace

She threatened to punish me

By means of isolation

In addition to whatever necessary

Along with medication

She was restrained

By a different tech

Who tried to hold me

And keep me in check

She refuted the words

Of the nurse lady

Said she was old

And a bit cranky

Sent me on my way

Confused, scared, and alone

Where I ate my 'food'

And wished I was home

We went back to the lobby

For the phone time and therapy

Though I could not participate

I took in the scenery

Triangular set up

Hallways surrounding the shape

Identical rooms, different numbers,

This was my home to make.

Down the hall and to the left

Was patient room number two-sixteen

A toilet, shower, cot and sink,

With nothing else to be seen.

On the walls were writings

Of former prisoners of mind

Prayers, warnings, and threats I read

And for the unteenth time I cried

I prayed aloud

To whoever would hear my plea

Begged for forgiveness

Asked to be free

Morning came

Without any sleep

And I was expected

To 'play with the team'

I fell into step

With my new found routine

One that doesn't sound bad

But was horrible for me

Wake up and clean

The room you were in

Come out and greet everyone,

State a goal and confess a sin

Go eat breakfast

Followed by your 'pills by the pit'

Group therapy up next,

Where you retold your life bit by bit

Then you went to private therapy

If your doc was in

If not you'd hang in the lobby

Watch a movie with your 'friends'

Then it's time for more consumption

For the correct terminology

Then we'd go back for therapy

And a lesson on psychology

After that it's recreation

But not by yourself

Usually it was a group game

Or something that would help

Now for the final consumption

Marked by 7 dings

Followed by my favorite time

For the familiarity it brings

Visitation is at 8

Phone time at 9

1 incoming 2 outgoing

then it's back bedtime

All of my days went like that

And it didn't sound so bad

But the threats, shots, rules and style

Made it the worst time I've had

A week later I was free to go

I apparently was cured

But they tagged on 6 months of therapy

Just to make sure

I was admitted

Fragmented

I exited

Completely deteriorated.

Worse than before.

I almost thought

That things would be okay

But looks can be deceiving

As it was definitely not that way.

You've been warned.

That's all I have to say.