Home Sweet Home?

Strapped and cornered by those who shudder at my behavior
Constant reminder of a past of trauma
My brain is useless
Thrown away into a dark cell to rot so slowly
They say they loved me, no action taken to show compassion
Endless ward, fully alone
Diagnosed anxiety – fluctuate – medicate
No hope of healing, normality is a dream
I remember just what you said that cut me so deep
My body image, it has been slaughtered thanks to your mocking stares
I hate life when challenged
I try to stay so sane
I hate life when it burns
Sometimes I wonder and start to ponder, is there a way to die?
Not painfully, yet seriously, I threaten with my words
I choose my weapon against my body, someone please help me
I have no peace.
I feel no solace
I’m locked in here, no end
I hate life when challenged.
I hate life when it burns
Home Sweet Home?