What psychiatrists don’t realize. Life according to my late son, David. A poem from the collection that we found in his apartment after his tragic death.
Psychiatrists don’t realize that
My life is slipping through my fingers like water.
Time is passing … long years, dull years
Without any happiness
Without any hope.
David.
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