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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Caught my collapse on the specks of a paintbrush, Lemon-lime splatterings, paddlings over the retention pond In my lungs, an endless wake leading to another in a Christmas-lit bar. Never was the creative type, but I made moles out of mountain work, A red sea respite and moonshine lullaby out…
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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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Sometimes I wish you were stubborn and told me no.Told me it was just me having another episode.Took my phone, blocked that dumb kids number, and told me no.Told me to just wait a little while.Told me that it’s just my mind fucking with me.Told me to wait a week.To…