Different medication every week
It seems
I must have stumped them.
Improvement
Feels more like a
Downgrade. I cannot think.
Is this how it feels
To be normal?
I cannot function.
I miss the racing thoughts
That kept me company.
I miss the colors
That made me feel.
I miss the chaos
But this is what they
Call improvement.
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...
