BY (06-01-89 / New Jersey)


Hallucinations of white cats
Climbing on the bed
She said I've lost it
Medication isn't going to make me 'happy'
Only she can
Sitting back
Thinking has love driven her mad?
So happy, yet so sad
'What's wrong with me?
Am i some kind of diease? '
How can three little words be so important?
Need to hear them...every single day.
If not.
There's doubt.


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