3am Breakdowns

Laying in the hospital bed taking in stares and remarks, reminding me of the inconvenience of my 3am breakdown. The pills still swirling around in my stomach. It's funny how when I'm down someone's determined to still drive me into the ground. For that very reason, being taken away to go stay behind those four walls in that hospital room, walking around in grippy socks, and eating crappy food on a tray, felt safe. I was safe from peoples abuse resulting from the inability to love. -from my book "The Sylvia Plath in me"