I cannot sleep. I wish I could weep.
End. Just end.
Stop the madness.
Stop the insanity.
Snap out of it.
Ha!
I can taste the descent into depression. I don't even notice the vices in my hands, just the subtle hint of regression. A haiku that is deeply telling of how I cope with life outside of poetry.
I'm broken when my eyes are open, left to mend the pieces when I'm dreaming.
Broken, an acrostic poem.
I often feel alone or judged for having bipolar disorder amongst other disorders.
Suicidal thoughts come and go. Currently keeping them at bay.
Being diagnosed with bipolar type 2
Four days (hypomania) {by me}
Addiction is a silent killer. So can be our minds..
Written about a once close friend who has hurt me many times... so caught up in himself, so controlled by his bipolar, that he’s lost sight of what matters.
End. Just end.
Stop the madness.
Stop the insanity.
Snap out of it.
Ha!
I can taste the descent into depression. I don't even notice the vices in my hands, just the subtle hint of regression. A haiku that is deeply telling of how I cope with life outside of poetry.
I'm broken when my eyes are open, left to mend the pieces when I'm dreaming.
Broken, an acrostic poem.
I often feel alone or judged for having bipolar disorder amongst other disorders.
Suicidal thoughts come and go. Currently keeping them at bay.
Being diagnosed with bipolar type 2
Four days (hypomania) {by me}
Addiction is a silent killer. So can be our minds..
Written about a once close friend who has hurt me many times... so caught up in himself, so controlled by his bipolar, that he’s lost sight of what matters.