Most of the times,
I pretend you don't exist,
That I'm not infected with your smite,
That drinking pills will cease.
Sometimes, I lose faith in psychiatrists already,
Increase this pill and lower that,
They thought they know you already,
And oh- more fees.
Getting into psych ward doesn't mean I'm a psycho,
Oh those stigmatizing still in my system,
But I learned a lot in St. Lorenzo,
Family, love, and/or friends are the main problem, of those infected.
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Misty Sea | Poems
RandomAnother tear fell from her eyes and it joined the trillion tears in the sea. Then, she jumped into the sea. Under the sea, she tried to find and catch her old tears but it wasn't found. Suddenly, she realized that she was already in a pool of tears...
