I know how it feels to be invited to the ball
To be center stage, afraid I will fall
To stand on the precipice of life
And to walk on the thickest of ice
This seems to be what it actually means to move on
To consider memories to be gone
To leave something powerful in the past
And to believe myself free at last
I carefully put on my uniform and I stand
I reach to those eyes watching with my hand
We all said a last and a first goodbye
I look back; just once letting myself cry
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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...
