Away

My secrets spilt, my sorrow shown,
they threw me out and sent me home.
“Dead girls won’t walk these halls,” they said,
“so go somewhere to mend your head.”

Away I went to be restored
and find the will to live once more.
Hours spent in a frightened state,
wondering what would be my fate.

Soon it was time to say goodbye.
My mother left with her dry eyes.
They took me in and checked me out,
and all their eyes were filled with doubt.

I had a bed, but would not sleep,
though I had no secrets to keep.
Consistent screaming filled the air
and broke my heart beyond repair.

But that was then and this is now.
I don’t know when and don’t know how
I chased all my demons away,
but now I’m home and here to stay.