Psych Ward by Deborah S Regan I would've left you I didn't have enough pills or enough "courage" I didn't know your heart medicine would do no "good" at all or at least not be the magic gateway to happy suicide land then I was pacing the psych ward and unable to even hug my children except on rare occasions when they let me visit the food was bad, bad And they say I can't go home; I cry too much, but can they tell me how not to cry when I am here and the walls are sad, sad? we played Jenga and dealt with our anger but I want to go home but what will I do when I do go home I am going in circles I am softening Tell me I am safe.... 03/20/2007 Posted on 03/20/2007 Copyright © 2024 Deborah S Regan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Meghan Helmich on 05/15/07 at 08:31 PM we have so much in common already. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)