The sound of your voice brings sharp tears to my eyes
It's a feeling of joy which I can't disguise
Nothing but soft laughter trickles from my lips
Where usually only sounds of longing slip
You brighten my day until it's hard to see
And I hang around them with relative ease
As they speak of agony but sing of love
Reminding me that this we can rise above
Will they remember me when I am gone
Will my name come up at a simple song
Will they recall that time we were alive
Calling us all the Psycho-delic Five
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12 Days in the Psych Ward
PoetryThis is a poetry/journal book about my experience in the Psych Ward. It's all true accounts with names changed for privacy. I wrote this while in the ward, except for the last day. Please take care in reading. If topics of suicide, depression, rap...
