Tormented Soul

a poem about my struggle with Bipolar Disorder

the demons of doom controlling my thinking I'm stuck in black sand steadily sinking a sickness of the mind, powerless I lay here the waves of emotion is what I most fear in a flash filled with rage, can knock you off your feet and yet at my highest, so kind and so sweet you want me, you got me, addiction like cigarettes turn me into a heartless monster, filled with regrets I love you, I hate you, I can't make up my mind relationships are intense, short, and so hard to find violent mind with restless depression alone, scared and miserable in this condition I don't understand these emotions I cannot share crushed in my own personal hell with no room to spare extreme ups and downs, can't I just exist? the easy way out is what I must resist