Being Right is Wrong

My mind was muted

Silent

I felt so alone

Where did the voices go

I missed their constant chatter

It's the damn medication

Supposed to make my head right

It emptied me of my possessions

Locked away my personalities

My creativity

My muse

Drained of color

a black and white rainbow

Made an executive decision

something had to go

I stared at a wall

absorbed by the simplicity

tears fell freely

I don't recall feeling anything

Silence

The sound of blood falling to the floor

Slowly color became

I heard the echoes of familiarity

Content

I welcomed Death's embrace 

 

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