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Bleak

By Diamond Donally

By Diamond BoubelPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Tranquility 

I sleep, I eat, I think, I breathe, I stop, and I dream.

...Harsh, yet bleak.

Nothing more, nothing less, I'm Bleak!

I live off of medication.

I desire not to talk. I have no interest. I have nomeaning. I have nolife.

...Extreme but not extreme enough.

Pretty huh?

...Nope noteven one bit.

My skin is tired.

My sentences are short.

Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm Medicated.

Simply, just simple.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

How?

I don't understand.

Why?

I just don't!

...Do you understand?

I overthink.

I'm overwhelmed.

I can't.

I can't.

I Can't FEEL!

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

Bleak.

...No feel...

No rest. Just BLEAK!

...Huh... Bleak?

Nothing.

Just Nothing.

So Bleak.

High, but not high on drugs.

Just Quiet.It's quiet.

Quiet.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Diamond Boubel

Hi, my name is Diamond and I suffer with mental disorders. Writing has always been my outlet for my pain. I generally write about my past or my struggles of coping with my mental disorders. Come! Take a step in my brain and relax.

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