How long have I been here?
I can barely tell any more
Time drags so slowly now
You barely notice as it passes
What day is it?
What month ?
Or year
Where does each day go?
As i sit here alone in my room
Faces pass
Voices speak
But they all seem to fade
Into nothing but gray
I almost feel at peace here
Guess that means its been too long
Hell has become home
And the world I knew
Is but a distant
Memory
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The Voices In My Head
RandomThis collection of poems come from a private journal I kept during my time in a mental hospital. It was an exceptionally dark time for me, and writing was my only outlet. I hope that you all enjoy this journey into the depths of my mind. Again these...
