I cannot escape my illness any more than I can escape my shadow on the dark days I scream on the bright days I laugh there is no happy medium but even in the depths of misery there is music inside of me I get high I get low but I can live with myself in either mode some here think I’m too much but from my perspective they’re just not enough they don’t understand and they never will
my illness may be invisible but
believe me I am not I do not go quietly you’ll know where I’ve been I
am a creature of irrepressible emotion and it’s a life I’d gladly exchange if
I could find a recipient wicked enough to be deserving
between the mania agitated depression mixed
emotional states and suicidal ideation
no-one can understand bipolar geometry
least of all me it’s
the will to die and
the motivation to try
it’s a morbid dread scouring the streets in search of murder it’s a dark well full of
bitterness and despair it’s
a curse I wouldn’t wish on the devil himself
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