The days go by
In and out.
Blurry.
There are no colors.
But there are tints.
Who am I?
They call me bipolar.
But I don’t know what
That means.
I am nothing but a Zombie.
Drugged up
Drowning
In a colorless
Medicated
Dream.
YOU ARE READING
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...
