As I lay all alone in my bed.
I think about what he had said.
All the images in my head,
Couldn't be fixed with a few meds.
The voices are telling me what to do,
I can't do as they tell me to.
I look into his brown eyes
And think about how he dies.
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Quotes and Poetry
PoetryThe poetry is my own, but the quotes are from books that I love and have influenced my life.
