This can’t be the shimmer.
It must be broken.
I’m broke,
And cant find my way home.
I’m spiraling.
Deeper and deeper into this
Color that isn’t a color at all.
This is hell.
It must be.
I pick up a rock,
And put it in my mouth.
It feels smooth against my cheek.
What am I doing?
The last thought
Before I completely
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...
