NFMMC A-2

NFMMC A-2

A Poem by Hetra

 

 

Time wasted, days passed by

People faded, once inside

Started off as helpful times

Now means nothing they all lie

 

People trusted with your lives

Control your days and your nights

Every hour time ticks away

Every minute every day

 

Play their game the way they wont

So I can leave this f*****g spot

Wont come back on my own

Sick or not I'm staying home

© 2013 Hetra


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Added on November 13, 2012
Last Updated on July 12, 2013
Tags: psyc ward, ward, mental, meantl health

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Hetra
Hetra

NY



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I enjoy writing poetry, moslty about my mental illness. I play bass guitar and like to compose my own music. I like to drawing abstract line art and spend alot of time on the computer either creatin.. more..

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