mental hospital

I feel like a castaway in my own mind, lost in a vast, invisible asylum, where each thought is a narrow, endless corridor. I am watched over by shadows that should protect me, but they are the ones that whisper dangers around every corner. Outside, in the world that spins indifferently, faces rush by, immersed in their own silent labyrinths, each trapped in hospitals without bars, where loneliness disguises itself as routine.

Everything is bland, tasteless, every position seems wrong. I feel like I'm nowhere, screaming loudly for someone to hear the pain of my despair, but no one hears. And when they do, they simply laugh and expose my humiliation to everyone. I feel like exploding, disappearing, changing, moving on, far away from here like summer demands.

In this hospital where I am, I am not recovering, I am only getting worse. The way I find myself is schizophrenic. I think it all comes down to my inner self. If it is broken, how am I going to find a decent way for myself? Even though I always want to get out of here and find something better for myself, I always get stuck here, with the same elements pulling me back down, to the bottom of the pit.

I don't want to look for happiness anymore, that's what brought me to this hospital. I want to be happy, I want to find a paradise of all the colors I've ever known. It's definitely not gray, because I'm tired of the gray that surrounds me on the walls of this hospital. I want to see the real colors that exist in the world, from red to the rainbow. I want to be happy far away from this place.