My life, a gloom,
no one visits my room.
They all think I'm crazy,
all I feel is hazy.
A victim in this place,
with tears rolling down my face.
I feel dead inside,
the only place I can hide.
The Doc comes in and says nothing to fear,
although I doubt, I will ever leave here.
I seldom ever have a chance to leave,
yet the doctors just keep me in disbelieve.
The walls mourn for color,
I mourn it more.
I know it will never appear there,
only a cheerless despair.
This place has made me nothing,
everyone no longer trusting.
A gloomy glum my life has become,
in this horrible asylum.
About the Creator
Victoria Ward
I am a girl who likes reading, writing, watching, and having fun! I love writing about books, movies, music, games, and anything else that makes me happy.
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