Is it just me
Or do all psych wards
Own playing cards
Every times I've gone
Playing cards were there
Playing cards
We're all kinda like them
The king of hearts with a knife in his head
The queen of diamonds with her solemn gaze
The jack of clubs with his anger festering up
The ace of spades with their beauty and utter uselessness
We all are like playing cards
Us psych ward kids
All like playing cards
Us psych ward kids
All like playing cards
Ready to end the game
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry. Trigger warning for depression, anxiety, and suicide. I try to update and give you one poem daily. Every Friday i post a poem from Erin Hanson. She's one of my favorite poets.
