I want to go home.
I have been here for a month.
I will not talk.
I want my rainbow back.
I need to feel
I cannot feel a thing
In the world of white
And sterile.
I need to breath
But there are no teachers.
And I cannot run
Outside
For a breath of calming
Air.
And this time,
I have no more
Excuses.
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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...