Thoughts of a Mental Hospital Patient

A glimpse into a screwed up mind.

Some say God only gives you the things you can handle. Well I think he 
overestimated my strength. I can't forget the sight of a boys throat sewn shut 
after his attempt to tear it apart. The sight of a girl my age, so overwhelmed 
by anger and sadness, that she couldn't stop punching that damn brick wall. I 
cannot forget the sound of cracking knuckle bones, just as loud as the sound of 
her cracking sanity.  I've heard those things, and the sounds still echo in my 
head. They are the soundtrack to my nightmares, an agonizing chorus slowly 
drifting around me.

Seeing those horrific images flash behind my eyes at the most inconvenient 
times. Being struck with fear and unable to move because my body is spending all of its energy to keep my heart from falling out of my chest. Trying to use 
staples and tape to mend my shattered soul. 

Not knowing how to explain "what just happened" when you don't really know yourself.

Author's Note

I've recycled some of my old sentences, let me know what you think!

Reviews

[RomaJ]

I am amazed. A short story and a glimpse just "a glimpse in to a screwed up mind" took me in to a ride, a slow one, through a dark, cold mental hospital. The imagery was deep, dark, and disturbing yet very fascinating. "Trying to use
staples and tape to mend my shattered soul." Wonderful write.

[Lauren]

Thank you for the feedback! I appreciate it. And I'm glad you liked it!

[Lea Walker]

The ideas voiced here were horrifying but I really liked the way you wrote it. You got your ideas across clearly and in doing so you messed with my emotions.

[Lauren]

Thank you very much:) Sorry for messing with your emotions!

[Lea Walker]

Hah it's ok.