Manic Depressive.
Is what they call my colors.
I miss my Shimmer.
I even miss the Blue.
Not the Navy, but the
Sky, that made me
Softly
Drift to
Sleep.
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...
