Hospital: A Poem by Me
Here’s a poem I wrote in honor of Mental Health Awareness Month. Trigger Warning: It’s a rough poem.
17, female.
Suicide watch.
Green scrubs and no strings,
To them, I’m a number.
- 72 hours. Room 8.
I am subjected to cuffs.
They’re checking my heart again.
It was too fast.
I’m negative for pregnancy,
Relief.
“We’re looking for a bed.”
“Hang in there.”
The ambulance comes, and he is grumbling about the drive.
I apologize with my eyes but I am looked past
I arrive.
Name, birthday, identity.
“Why are you here?”
I tell them, there is no reason anymore.
“Hang in there, sweetie.”
Like I am a kid again.
“Your scars have faded.”
I tell them, not the ones on my heart.
Hello! My name is Hannah. I'm a senior and a water polo player! I've always loved writing, and I'm super excited to get to write for the school! My favorite...
