I arrived this morning,
At the place called Rockfeild Center
Everyone says it's a treatment center -
Looks like hell and a psych ward to me.
I don't know how long I'll be here
But it'll probably be a while, no doubt.
Easier to keep me away - I think.
They've isloated me to myself
For 24 - lonely, stupid hours
Until they know I'm not totally psycho
As if I'm going to kill myself in this joint.
They've thought of every way you could,
And taken all that shit away.
The little black nurse pokes her head in.
"You okay, sweetie?" She asks me.
I nod once in response.
"Got everything unpacked, and put away?"
I nod once again.
"Your roommate will be back soon."
She then takes her head out, and leaves.
I plop down on the bed,
Which makes a squeaking noise, and
I sigh.
I shouldn't be here. I think to myself,
Staring blankly at the tiled celing
I don't belong here.
I nod to myself, and sigh again
As I close my eyes
No more than 30 seconds later, a girl
With waist length blonde hair,
And amazing topaz eyes walks in
And she lays on the other bed,
Hers doesn't squeak.
Hey.
She says, in a really soft voice.
I nod in response once.
I'm Emerson, whats your name?
She says in a soft voice again.
"Loganne." I whisper, the only words I've spoken so far.
"I don't wanna talk about why I'm here."
She nods.
Neither do I love, neither do I.
I close my eyes, It's been a long day.
And then, I slowly drift into sleep.