Tomorrow is the day I get cleansun gets high, and the sun setsand by noon, I always forgetyesterday’s promisesare today’s mistakesdrunkards like I often makeso tomorrow is the day I get cleanpunch into work, and leave as soon as I canoff to my fix, was always the planhours after; stumble…
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I woke up and felt it.The mania.The overwhelming depression.It takes over my entire being.My mind is all sadness.The anxiety makes my entire body tremble.There’s no fixing it.There is no cure.I feel like I’ve lost control over my own mind.I was doing so well.But with bipolar disorder, every morning is a…
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Waterfalls and crying facesGraveyards and empty spacesBlurry lines and tunnel visionThe art of a self-made incision Long sleeves and camouflageSunglasses and espionageSuicidal thoughts, hopelesslyCoffee, Marijuana, and chemistry Face down, tears unnoticedTime and space, psychosisMood swings, light switchNo means no, son of a bitch Hands tied, nonconsensual loveSelf-worth, undreamed ofRazor blades,…