Goodmorning Unit 49,                                                   This is a reality of mine.                                               Waking up in a sterile place,                                       All will & hope drained from my face.                        Standing in front of the mirrior,                                   Hospital issued gown & paper slippers,                    Just don't care!                                                             Classified a code red, no personal items!                 Till your right in the head.                                            My eyes are puffy and my face is pale,                      This is a locked unit with no winds in my sail.          Brought in with handcuffs way to tight,                     Resisted with all my might.                                        Involuntary admission is what they wrote,                This suicide attempt really sunk my boat.