Time dissolves to eternity
And I can hear the walls are mocking me
White coats, bleach smell, empty benches
I'm the only broken thing in the room that loses its senses
The plastic brain model sitting on the table looks pretty
I wish I could change mine with that beauty
They give me a lot of pills instead
Yet, I'm still upset, dreaded, and scared
Dear doctor, could we just remove my head?
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On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PoetryI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
