My days tend to be bright
Or in complete darkness
There's no in between
And it makes me feel worthless
Black or white
There's never been gray
And I'm so confused
On why I like it that way
I'll smoke four packs a week
Or stop for a month
I can put away the pills
Or completely fill my mouth
My arms will finally heal
And I'll only have faint scars
Before I rip them open
And leave behind new marks
No matter what I do
I can't make up my mind
Black or white is all I have
There's no such grey to find

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When the heart betrays
PuisiDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!