Incarcerated

I write I have nothing nothing to say but presently I'm incarcerated in a mental hospital for an undetermined time and it's 5 am and I havn't slpt but despite the overdose of meds. they gave me. something inside wants to speak out about this place but they're would be consecquences. I'm not a real citicizen of this world am I really? I only ccame here because I couldn't sleep and someone hurt me physically. Why am I here and not them? Yellow morning light through the shades of the pale sunrise and the nightlight still on. Early risers cheering. Some still in sleep like death and they'll be like that all day. I'm waiting for the day to begin and get more meds. Nothing helps.