Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
pride-edPoems
i didn’t want their endless white with their cold rooms, and cold coats, and cold pen-tips i didn't want their sunken IV bags that resembled Jesus Christ, or Mother Theresa i didn’t want the pale noise hammering about inside my head... i didn’t want it’s sterile sadness humming a lobotomy
0
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
White
i didn’t want their endless white with their cold rooms, and cold coats, and cold pen-tips i didn't want their sunken IV bags that resembled Jesus Christ, or Mother Theresa i didn’t want the pale noise hammering about inside my head... i didn’t want it’s sterile sadness humming a lobotomy
#sad#personal#mental-illness
pride-ed
Written by
pride-ed
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem