In and out of dreams,
Bland, colorless,
Like the clouds before a rainbow.
And I’m scared of that
Rainbow.
Hospital smells drift into my nose.
Like a car drifting slowly into a girl.
Only, I’m the girl.
And the car wasn’t slow.
Words drift in and out.
Mania
Depression
Bipolar
But they aren’t about
Me…
Are they?
My body aches.
I drift away
Again.
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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...
