I feel like crying on Sundays, so I do
Besides that I stay in the Sun Room with you
Busy hands can't hide your pretty face, you say
So this is how you and I spent my third day
Here, you get praises for so much as breathing
A cheer for smiling, an applause for reading
I care for none of that; passing time away
So this is how you and I spent my third day
It's quiet and uneventful, but that's good
Joined by several people; all misunderstood
Drawing, coloring, some go and a few stay
So that is how you and I spent my third day
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...
