I could feel the depths of a great ocean
In what some describe a woman's emotion
The morning was that of softly swayed waves
Under a red sun which spoke a hopeful day
Waters grew alive; summer vacation
Laughter was heard and similar relations
But an ocean is deep and dangerous
My heart grew tall and dark waves; tumultuous
It pulled hard at my feet and cracked the sky
Until I was certain no one would survive
Just as suddenly as the world turned black
All became calm and a cautious peace was back
My hands shake, my heart races in my chest
My head grows weary and I let myself rest
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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...
