Sorrow creeps up my sides
Like the soft touch of fingers
Pushing sweet sounds of whimpers
Like a song of a singer
Seeing you leave was so hard
But I smiled despite tears
Hoping it won't be too long
Before I'll also leave here

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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...
Day Seven: Sorrow
Sorrow creeps up my sides
Like the soft touch of fingers
Pushing sweet sounds of whimpers
Like a song of a singer
Seeing you leave was so hard
But I smiled despite tears
Hoping it won't be too long
Before I'll also leave here