Loud Thoughts

Melancholic, Bipolar, Mental illness, self identity.

Tonight I’m empty 

and over flowing 

with tears. 

I can’t move 

anymore, 

depression 

and mania 

are my friends 

I hold near 

and dear. 

Who do I ask 

for help? 

Deaf ears, to all… 

Beautifully trying 

to breathe 

after death.  

I learned death is

love after all. 

I bowed at her fear, 

but did it exist? 

Poisonous delusions 

Try to drive me 

to slit wrist 

There is no hope for me 

I’m sure to get mad 

at nothing.

My imagination plays 

the insecurity 

of worldly 

mental judgement. 

The flowers of life 

don’t look so 

beautiful now  

we all connect 

as one 

including the dark side

from way down.... 

-Brianna Rodriguez

Reviews

[Jessey Valentine]

The poem made me feel sad and alone. It makes sense that the thoughts are loud. Love the title and the description grip me as the reader.

[slfisher89]

Captures the battles of bipolar very well; allows the reader deep understanding

[John the Baptist]

It is hard to appreciate the flowers of life beneath the crushing weight of depression, and mania might cause you to run up all your credit cards to the max. Bipolar is one grim disease.