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quietlydying
since 2001-06-10
Posts 935the wonderful land of oz 
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I felt weak. My body still recovering from it’s first brush with death, my mind trying to cope with the realization that I, a very average, overly plain fourteen year old child had just been committed to a lock-down psychiatric ward. I never saw that one coming. I figured that if survival became reality I would quickly be patched up and sent home with a pass out of gym class. And as if living wasn’t enough of a disappointment, there I was, stuck underneath those horrible fluorescent lights in a room with both parents, some strange doctor and a handful of other ‘professionals’ while I hid behind a wall of my own hair. Long hair definitely came in handy during what would eventually be referred to only as ‘meetings’. The doctors would take note of the physical wall I created, inquire time and time again, and having still not received an answer, turn it into a joke. I never said anything during those countless meetings. They all pretty much blurred together and I just sat back [knees up, arms hugging my battered legs] letting my confused little mind wander. There was no way I could let them see the detached, uncontrollable smile plastered across my face. [[i know, definitely not the best piece of work, i must admit that. but i just felt like posting it for opinions and thoughts on more the subject matter rather than the quality or writing.]] /jen/ 'i don't care if it hurts, i want to have control. i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul.' [radiohead] [This message has been edited by quietlydying (12-15-2002 01:46 AM).] |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Jen, I like it. Between my own adolescent depression and my extensive experience working with teens...it is too real for too many. I think it is an excellent piece.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Jaime
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I've never had the pleasure of being locked up in a nut house. Simply because...I'm the girl nobody notices. Mental diseases are so funny. Sometimes I just think those places make you worse. Life is where you look for it. [This message has been edited by Jaime (12-15-2002 05:57 PM).] |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
 Memories should die.Thanks for reminding me. Honestly. I need to think sometimes. Kielo I know only one thing, and that thing is that I know nothing. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
I've never been in one of those situations before... not because I'm the kid nobody notices, but because all the time I was growing up, my parents always conceded to my knowledge. I could come home with marijuana and get off by telling them, it's okay, there's nothing wrong with marijuana... and they wouldn't argue... So, I was never considered ill... in fact I was considered the authority on most topics. Weird how that works. And even though you say this isn't written for quality, I really wish it was. I'd like to see a poem of this, 'cause you know how I admire your ability to self-isolate and narrate...  Brian It's amazing the effect ice can have on the world. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
(whispers) "Seven days." *click* |
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quietlydying
since 2001-06-10
Posts 935the wonderful land of oz |
::gasps:: who told you?! well, we both survived. /jen/ 'i don't care if it hurts, i want to have control. i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul.' [radiohead] |
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