My DX, how I feel. Bipolar is a hard illness to cope.
Sitting here feeling empty in this time and space.
I am sitting still; my thoughts constantly in a race.
There is got to be more to this life than what if offers right now.
I want to break the vicious cycle but how?
At times, I want to die, just to live.
Through my efforts what do I have to give?
I want to escape from this space and time..
To let go beyond all confines..
My mind is merciless; my face stained with tears..
My soul screams out; but, no one can hear..
The monster of mixed states swirls in my head.
From the time I get up, and; if I go to bed.
I want to give up; but, I have to hang on?
I will just take another “dose” before I am to far-gone.
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