Here I pace in sadness contemplating suicide,
I am under watchful care as here I do abide.
The Psych ward blues I'm singing simply out of tune
on a busy night under a full moon.
My thoughts are really raging here inside my head,
If they hadn't caught me I'm sure I would be dead.
As I sit here in boredom not much I have to say,
I wish I were at home, I don't really want to stay.
Just another mental case, there are the psychotic few,
all alone I keep to myself, nothing I want to do.
in my own little world, I keep hearing voices,
I am schizophrenic and not good at making choices.
They started me on medication to help calm me down,
paranoid delusions, fears that make me frown.
I can't sit still, in my room I pace,
I hope not long before the calm, I want to leave this place.
Author notes
Option 1, being locked up in a psych ward.
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hmmmm.... WOW WHAT A COINCIDENCE! I have a poem with the exact same title! Great minds think alike!... haha... anyways, I thought you started out good here... It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad. I think you could've used more description, other than that, you've got a good poem here. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.
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