Suicidal

Needle injected into the skin

For another opinion

To see if I’m drunk

Or on illicit drugs

 

Hours pass

I’m supposed to be seen

But I’m ignored

Unless it’s time to leave

 

They take everything

Even my underwear

I couldn’t leave if I wanted to

Just an open robe, no strings

 

First they decide if I need to go

Then they must find a bed

Then they call an ambulance

I try to sleep, restless

 

There are questions, so many

To be answered politely

Do I have this or that?

I desperately want a cigarette

 

Time to depart the ER

They wrap me up in a blanket

And belts across the gurney

All because I wanted to die

 

To the psych ward I go

 

@ 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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