Songs of the past
Whispering that I'm not good enough.
All these people around
Saying they care.
Yet all I want
Is a cigarette in the nighttime.
Books I need to read
Left upon the shelves.
Motivation drained
Like a tree being tapped for sap.
I am swimming
In the syrup of my pain.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers in the Wind - A Poetry Recovery Journal
PoetryI will be documenting my recovery from various mental health struggles, as well as processing through my time in psych hospitals through the free-verse poetry in this book.
