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Detained Under Mental Health Act Again!
Contributed by
deathdrop
on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 09:33:21 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Well here I am,
Back at home.
I’m up in my bedroom,
All alone.
I’m feeling sleepy,
Feeling dead.
But I’m not completely lifeless,
‘Coz there’s pain in my head.
I ran away yesterday,
Where’s the big deal?
I wondered the streets for a bit,
Then slit,
‘Coz I couldn’t heal.
So I went and sat on a bench,
Until the noise of others over-whelmed me.
So I went up on a roof,
My blood still dribbling free.
And then I stayed up there for hours,
Watching the world below.
I WASN’T GOING TO JUMP!!!
I just needed some time on my own.
So **** security was called!
And then the police too.
And I was hand cuffed so tight,
That both my hands went blue!
They squeezed my arms so much!
I was yelling at them to stop.
And they were just ignoring me!
And then were yanking me up,
When I fell or dropped.
They dragged me down 5 flights of stairs,
I could barely walk.
They were shouting to not be so stupid!
Using full on aggression when they talked.
Then, under the “Act of Mental Health”,
I was detained!
It 7 hours in a police cell.
And I was Several times restrained!!!
Until I had no strength!
And my head was starting to pound.
Until my cuts were bleeding again.
And the world was spinning around.
They had 2 female coppers searching me.
And 2 males to keep me still.
And then another 2 males at the door!
I was squeezed until I felt ill.
Then that was it…
They all went away.
And I had 4 long hours alone.
Suffering with my brain!
I searched my pockets,
With the camera watching me.
And found a sharp bit of plastic.
So I scratched, but I couldn’t bleed!
Then I was taken out at 10pm.
And taken to a room, I’ve been in before.
There was a social worker and 2 physiatrist doctors.
And they kept on asking why I feel so raw.
… After we’d spoken, they said to go back in my cell
But I didn’t want to go!
So they squeezed my neck so I couldn’t breath!
Then restrained me,
Then left me on my own!
I lay chocking on my cell bed.
Then in front of the camera I went for my wrist.
Just a little cut,
But deep enough.
But when they came back in,
They didn’t care!
I hadn’t hit the vein,
It was just swollen, with a big tare!
I was told, I was going home.
That some coppers would drive me there.
But I didn’t want to go,
And have to face my family’s glares!
Then some coppers were called.
To restrain me into the car.
So I said “fine! I’ll walk.”
Because I don’t want more bruising to add to my scars.
I was taken back here,
At 1am today.
Mum don’t look impressed,
But she hasn’t much to say.
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deathdrop
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2004-06-27 09:33:21]
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Re: Detained Under Mental Health Act Again!
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by kammie on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 12:22:35 PM AEST
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| it was kool and good !! did it really happen wel if it did good on you !! yu prove points and sort out your head |
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Re: Detained Under Mental Health Act Again!
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by shorty_52 on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 12:58:10 PM AEST
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u weren't kidding it was long. well anyhow i'm very very sorry that that has happened to u. i'd hate the police to if that happened to me. pleaz don't cut ur wrists anymore tho, all it'll do is make people worried about u, and when they heal they leave affle scars and u said in ur poem that u didn't want anymore scars.
again.. i am very sorry that this has happened to u, it'll get better soon, u'll see, hang in there.
if u ever want to talk to sum1, i'm here to talk.
~allyson
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