The people come, the people go
I like some, they're my friends.
Friendship is fleeting, it's a painful blow.
So many meetings, they're new friends.
It reminds me of moving, of saying goodbye.
Eternity is proving, they used to be friends.
They say "forever," but it's a lie.
I have to surrender, I've lost my friends.
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Poetry from the Psych Ward
PoetryFor twenty-five days I stayed in a "behavioral medicine facility" for being suicidal. During my final days I began to write poetry to pass the time. These are twenty of those poems.
