I died and went to Hell

I died and went to Hell.
A place where screaming becomes a lullaby and painful memories swell.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where torture is known too well.
The anxiety eats you alive.
A place that will do anything to mold your mind.
I died and went to Hell.
A Hell which is intended to be a garden.
A place where neutral voices are used, while pain is inflicted.
A safe haven that ensures you are behaving.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where helmets are used too frequently.
Restraints and blindfolds are the roots for reinforcing appropriate behavior.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where no child will ever be safe.
A place where parents invest all their faith.
I died and went to Hell.
Serious intervention is made.
Let us all pray there are no tantrums today.
A place where a child lives in fear.
No one is sincere.
I died and went to Hell.
A place that makes you fear for anyone who is considered different.
A place where a child is treated like a criminal, or even worse, a demon.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where my sanity fell.
A place where I lost the ability to move, feel and speak.
A place where even words cannot even depict such trauma.
I died and went to Hell.
A place that takes away your voice.
A place that makes it seem as if you have no other choice, but to physically contain someone who is so beyond help.
A place that leads to no escape.
I felt, what it’s like to fall down a nightmare’s well.
I died and went to Hell.