A day without my meds is a day without sanity
Every passing phrase sparks in me animosity
Each strike of a clock only sends me on high wire
The fire in my heart leaves so much to desire
My hands are violently shaking and my breath is so short
Every little comment, I have a seething retort
If it were not for all of them, I know I'd lose my head
I would scream from my angry lungs 'I wish I were dead'
But they keep me cautious and calm and firmly hold my hand
They tell me to fall back and they'll catch me when I land
And so time slowly passes by or hours in this case
I am given my meds and I finally feel safe
YOU ARE READING
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...
