The Psychic Intuitions whispered in the dark,
Eyes closed, called whore,
The words which never meant for that soul,
The glimpse of childhood rushed in mind,
Heard them saying she'd be characterless,
Her name is like those girls who're whore.
The Psychic Intuitions whispered in the voice of father,
He's characterless, but the echoes of childhood
Painted characterless instead.
Wanted to tell a friend,
Don't walk on the path
Of dark paradise of treacherous hell,
But instead, she called mad.
The Psychic Intuitions said he weren't right,
Told her what he wanted,
But never knew people could play that much dumb
And victim while ruining others,
At the end, you became the mad woman.
The Psychic Intuitions said they aren't right for you,
Friends don't call you crazy or make you feel crazy.
Said I'm gonna write about mad people's dorm,
They laughed at the table as if I was writing myself.
My Psychic Intuitions told me to leave right away,
I was afraid of losing them,
'Cause they pretend like they care,
And told I was crazy and insecure.
I've been ruined by my thoughts,
But my Psychic Intuitions show me
The toxicity they hold, the emotional abuse they did,
The things they said behind my back.
I heard from someone else, pretend like it didn't hurt,
But it all reminded me of the Psychic Intuitions
Which told me to stay away,
And I didn't listen.
Now I'm inside the mad people's dorm,
Cursing myself and regretting everything.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Şiir"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
