The spare room
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LiseypVery deep thinker fun loving people pers
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The spare room

by lisaprice

Bipolar

Up down left right, fighting this madness try not to lose sight,head like a washing machine on full spin,this is agony were do i begin,try to keep reality in my world but its hard,

My body is bruised battered and scared,god gice me strength to carry on,accept the people ive lost they are gone,this bipolar hell rules my life,getting in trouble causing strife,

Everything i loved i lost along thee way ,hope my kids will forgive me and come back someday,does anyone understand this torment of my soul,

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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I feel pain for you but no-one who doesn't have bipolar disorder can truly feel your pain. My eldest son is bipolar. He is 40 yrs old and it has destroyed his life and nearly all of those around him. I think you did an impossible task in describing the disease as you did. You write beautifully. I hope for the best for you. I realize nothing seems to help. With all my empathy. Great poem!!!!!