Today was my pdoc appointment. All I could do was cry, I couldn't speak.
"if I put down my pen will you talk to me?" He asked
All I could do was cry and shake my head no.
"do you need to go to the hospital for a few days?" He asked
All I could do was cry. "it won't do any good", I mumble. "They treat you like pigs. They don't help the pain or thoughts running through my head"
"What if you go to another place this time?" He asked
All I could do was shake my head no with tears running down my cheeks.
"Are you safe?" He asked . . .

what is safe

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