why are doctors always so worried,
about the wounds on the outside
when it's the ones on the inside that hurt more
that last longer, and kill us easier
they call ambulances for our heart and body,
but never for our mind
they never stop to send help,
to help us out of the maze we're always stuck in
our mind, it's own facility
it's own hospital
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Poems :)
Poetryhere's some poems i've written, if i write any news ones i'll probably add them here :))
