Poems from PsychoticRanting
Hospitals smell like sterile hell.
The silence drives me to insanity.
The mental health clinic is filled with others who are experiencing...
Mask.
She lives in a mask.
A fake face, painted with the expression of happiness.
Her soul crumbles beneath the mask.
The only thing...
How beautiful is the world from where you are?
Do you see the hate and the disarray?
Or do you only notice the gradual spin of the green...