All I want is to lie in bed
To curl in a ball, cover my head
To close my eyes, pretend I am dead
But I am here with you instead
I do not know what you could see
Or why you spoke those soft words to me
And held out a hand so patiently
When everyone else left me be
YOU ARE READING
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...
