Aug 2022
I'm tired.
But my bed is hard.
I'm hungry.
But my food is gross.
I'm lonely.
But my friends are scared.
I'm human.
It seems no-one cares.
But my bed is hard.
I'm hungry.
But my food is gross.
I'm lonely.
But my friends are scared.
I'm human.
It seems no-one cares.
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 18.
Set 3, poem 18.
(25/F/Pennsylvania)
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