I am nothing but a tinny fragment of my old mirthful life, once so beautiful and so perfect, I even had the perfect guy and a loving family with two kids a boy and a girl to go alone with it, but now I'm stuck bound to this hospital bed with straps around my arms. every morning I'm waken up to bright white shoved in my face and flashed in my eyes then after that needles poked in my arms, and if im lucky occasionally a bath.
I never really understood why I was in this mental place they keep saying they will tell when I'm ready
