The only thing I feel is fear
It's not because my end is near
Or because my life will soon fade
This is why I am afraid
I wrote my notes and paid my bills
I gave away my things and still
I hesitate, then lay my plans bared
And that is why I am scared
Sirens ring and people crying
I'm unhurt but feel I'm dying
I'm locked away, restraints tightened
That is why I was frightened
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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...
