Back in the hospital.
Needles in my arm,
But they do not sooth
Like my razors once did.
I refuse to take my medicine
But they refuse to be
Refused.
I want my rainbow
But it’s gone.
At least for now.
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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...
