Here's a little something I wrote that discusses hospitalisation and mental health ....

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MY SECOND HOSPITAL STAY
And I knew I wasn’t right

So I planned on going that Friday night

And I knew I wasn’t okay

Making it the perfect place for me to stay

See, for most, a mental hospital isn’t a choice

It’s one of those things where you are left without a voice

Brought there suddenly against your will

Then before you know it, you are given a bunch of random pills

But for me, it was where I was supposed to be

And, at least at first, I wasn’t hoping to be set free

Yes, come Saturday morning, I’d be where I belonged

And with time, my mind would right its wrongs

I was there before, just two years prior

And just like then, my situation was dire

I had lost my grip all over again

Me and sanity were in a fight and were no longer friends

I heard voices, and I had delusions

It really was the whole nine

But...