Crisis room

Waiting in this waiting room, feels like my neck is broken,
more seriously, it feels like I've had an emotional abortion,
sanity fleeting, from painful misery,
emotionally suffocated, I can barely breathe.

Starting to predict, the stages of my emotional collapse,
but knowledge not enough, as sorrow continues its attack.
Now as I sit in this mental health crisis room,
deep feelings of pain and impending doom.

Waiting in here, delivering extreme fears,
earlier it was proactive, now I'm drowning in tears,
entire gravity of my situation, just dropped on my shoulders,
scared they'll again, trap me within these borders.

Maybe I was kidding myself, when I thought I could cope,
but I was already, at the end of my rope,
this cold dark crisis room, such painful memories,
if you are out there God, please help me.

Overwhelming gloom, and a sense all is lost,
voices from all angles, which ones are my thoughts?,
I should have kept it to myself, and buried all the pain,
I came here for meds, not to be Form 1'd again.

I will absolutely lose it, if they lock me up for coming for help,
the next time guaranteed, I'd rather hold it down within myself.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20110819