An admission to the psych
I guess it lived up to the hype
In a world with no way out
I'll go and create my own
I'm seeing and hearing
Things that really are not there
I'm wheeled through the doors
In a gurney of a chair
I'm way too high
To care about what the fuck is going on
I guess I'm still here
I guess I'll keep keeping on
Slipping through the withdrawals
Seeing glitches on the walls
So here we go again
A relapse with an old friend
2 years down the drain
Who knows if I'll ever try again
My hands are weak
My voice comes out meek
I tried, oh I tried
To find permanent sleep
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: May 2nd, 2018 19:05
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Comments2
Very bleak and deep poem Noah very nice, Keep up the good work
-Theta
Thank you Theta
Noah,
I wish you well!
I see this situation too often! It breaks my heart!
~Laura~
Much appreciated Laura
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