I am eager
What I want can't be simply described
And if I were even to say I tried
It would be meager
I am excited
To know freedom is in a day's touch
Yet I am cautious to reach out too much
Still I am delighted
I'm in pain
Anticipation clings onto my skin
And yet I don't mind letting it in
So eagar I will remain
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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...
