My Cycle

About my BPD

Soaring. Flying. High. Pure white.

Laughing. Loving. Eating. Being.

Falling Crashing. Low. Dark, dark black.

Crying. Dying. Starving. Fighting.

It's all a cycle.

The Cycle has no system.

The Cycle does what it wants.

 No regard for what you want.

No control belongs to anyone but The Cycle.

The Cycle is the Master.

You answer to no one but It.

You couldn't if you tried.

You're caught.

Stuck.

In this hell the doctors call bipolar.

The hell your friends call your choice.

It's not.

It's The Cycle.

The Cycle of Hell.

It can happen in just a day.

An hour.

You can't stop it.

You can't stop The Cycle.

The Cycle is in you.

You are in The Cycle.

The Cycle is you.

You are

The Cycle.