Bipolar
What's real?Yesterday I was optimistic as the sun, broad as the sky, impish as the morning mist. Now I bleed, slowly, like a finger through my letterbox. Today,the sky-hooks are embedded in my fllesh again, and I am dead inside.
Yesterday I was optimistic as the sun, broad as the sky, impish as the morning mist. Now I bleed, slowly, like a finger through my letterbox. Today,the sky-hooks are embedded in my fllesh again, and I am dead inside.
Fall's returned to give me it's lift My sanity, energy and outlook Returned, I am up early, life is a gift Smiles, I work, exercise, even cook Summer's heat zapped my soul Slowly I eroded and lost control Functioning became my only role I felt that slip,...
A person looks fine with Bipolar Except they have highs and lows They lose all their composure Their moods come, and they go One day they're on a manic high In a minute they could crash Thoughts of death and suicide These feeling happen in a flash Most li...
Please stop crying, you're scaring us now. I really am trying but some days I feel like dying. Please stop laughing that's even more frightening to us. Great, now I can can add guilt to my messy mind, what a plus. Cry, laugh, stop, start make sure you rep...
It's becoming dark again, I really could use a handNot mine, they hurt and I cry, just let me beClocks back and dark comes early over the landLight gone, that heals and often frees me Alarm in the morning going off like a gunMy hand hurls it across the mo...