| Poem: |
my mind is a cycle without any brakes, from manic to depression my brain aches, pulled from one to the other without control, pulled into another bipolar black hole, no ladder, no rope to pull myself out, alone in the darkness no one hears me shout, not knowing whats coming no control of the gears, they dont see my pain, my internal tears, no hope for help for what cannot be seen, try to explain but they know not what i mean, tomorrow comes with an unknown plan, i just have to deal with it best i can... |