Ironic Beauty of the Psych Ward
Everyone thought we were crazy, dangerous, and strange
The joke is on them
Because they were my friends, the good and the bad
Together we made it through, bearable, even fun
We got to the root of our problems
And we lived on
With a spirit and attitude different from before
And a sense of humor we could not have shared
With anybody else
I may have known them for just a short time
But they saved my life in so many ways
Some in ways
They may never come to realize
I fell in love with every one of them
With their spirits and with their faults
And with their unconditional understanding.
I will live on
Because of them
I will live on
Because of what they have instilled inside of me
And I will be eternally grateful.
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