Black Ink by StormyHOST

Black ink on white paper
The world in black and white

The meds they swirl around me
It never seems quite right

Dark nights on velvet canvases
No light can break through

No cheery yellows
Only hues of blue

Mournful melodies run through my head
No cheerful songs at all

Inside I withdraw from the world
as I build up my walls

And so my story goes along
like so many others

This is the life of being bipolar
The only ones that really understand are my bipolar sisters and brothers!

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