Bi-polarcoasterA Poem by Death's PoetA rollercoaster ride inside my mindMania On top of the world What a view I can see The weather is great Better days there couldn't be I'm going 100 miles an hour My mind branching out like a tree I take risk after risk Nothing holding back, I'm free Hypomania The slightest thing goes wrong Anger rises up from ground Aggravated and frustrated thoughts Trying to escape, on the walls they pound I can't seem to express them as they multiply They keep coming, I fear I may drown Depression It's sunny outside, but in my head I feel rain I can't bring myself to get out of bed I try to hide myself under the covers from pain Yesterday I was overjoyed and couldn't sit still Now I can't do anything. Have I gone insane? I see others in the middle of both who seem perfectly fine I wish for it and cry in hope and in vain I finally accept there is nothing I can change I accept and surrender but won't admit defeat So I sit in bed silently Waiting for the cycle to repeat.
© 2018 Death's PoetAuthor's Note
|
Stats
124 Views
Added on March 11, 2018 Last Updated on March 11, 2018 Tags: poetry, bipolar, mental illness, depression, mania AuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
|