People are leaving, others are scornful
As each one goes, you are crying mournful
For me, I'm unbothered, and so I'm sure
Being depressed and uncaring is the cure
Don't you want to leave? You ask me confused
I shrug and don't think so I don't feel abused
To want to leave is to feel imprisoned
So while screams fill halls, I only just listened
Here you can suffer and all can hear you
Everyone is reaching just to be near you
They want to be free, they want to be home
When I go, I will only be left alone
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12 Days in the Psych Ward
PoetryThis is a poetry/journal book about my experience in the Psych Ward. It's all true accounts with names changed for privacy. I wrote this while in the ward, except for the last day. Please take care in reading. If topics of suicide, depression, rap...
