3am Breakdowns
Laying in the hospital bed taking in
stares and remarks, reminding
me of the inconvenience of my 3am
breakdown. The pills
still swirling around in my stomach. It's
funny how when I'm
down someone's determined to still
drive me into the ground. For that very
reason, being taken away to go stay
behind those four walls in that hospital
room, walking around in grippy socks,
and eating
crappy food on a tray, felt safe. I was
safe from peoples abuse
resulting from the inability to love.
-from my book "The Sylvia Plath in me"
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