They come in waves.
Kamikaze planes or
lovely flowers and sweet lullabies.
slapping against my skin,
My love is seasonal,
It won't stay.
Don't expect anything from me.
You will be bitterly disappointed.
I am happy.
Your moist palm on my face and your soft lips pressed up against mine. You are my sanity. You are my safehaven. You are safe and good and I am not.
I am broken.
Do not touch me. I am poison and you are good. You are strong and I am weak. Turn down the voices in my fucking head. They are smothering me and I need to get out. You are safe. Why are the demons in my head again?
I am scared.
You are going to leave. A sad, lonely thing like me does not deserve the twinkle of your eyes or the way your smile is crooked to your left. I do not deserve your arms and I do not deserve your tears.
I am a monster.
Do not tell me I am fucking beautiful when I am not. Do not tell me my figure is perfect when I have tried so fucking hard to hack it off. Do not tell me you love me because I am fucking poison and you are so beautifully pure.
I am dead inside.
How can I die without it being permanent? How can I stop feeling yet still wake up to your face resting on your pillow.
I am uncontrollable.
I am drowning.
I'm happy one minute
And then you flip
And so do I
One minute I'm in love
And rightly so
But then you decide to speak
You like to take anything
That brings us joy
And crush it
Well, we won't pretend anymore
You've lost now
It's all over now
We aren't under your control
You're just going to lose us
But we belong here
And so I'll fight for them
And do what I know to do
So while you flip and flop
Change your emotions
I'll be emotionless
Because none of us can stand it
Any longer with you
The word bipolar can put fear in your heart
Because you’ll never know when it will start.
Also known as manic depression and it can become
A lifelong obsession.
Wondering when the next bout of fear will enter you
And if you know just what to do.
It is like the devil trying to take your soul
And it becomes a battle of control.
Most times in order for you to live
You must take the meds that they give.
If your child is bipolar or autistic, will you love them any less?
I don’t think so is my guess!
The LORD puts a child where he / she belongs
With a person he knows is strong.
The strength of the parents helps them to cope
With the problems old and new, and that is
Something that they do.
Let us be a little realistic, not many crimes
Are committed by bipolar or autistic
So how can they use words like crazy, retarted or handicapped
When against us the cards are stacked,
When this becomes a challenge close to home
Remember that you’re not alone.
There's a demon in my head and it's finally figured out how to turn my skin transparent and show itself. It escapes through the blank stares in my eyes and as much as I try I can't stop it from venting through my teeth with whatever air is left in my lungs. It's slowly killing me and making my blood toxic.
Staring at the wall
I want to write something
words that don’t collide
and never explode
not too lethal.
But I can’t
my head is not working,
Blank sheet of paper,
slow heart beat,
I have no inspiration
but I want to write.
I don’t know what to do,
fuck I want to cry.
I don’t know
if I am crazy,
The mind has its boundaries
Taking every life to its pasture
You often deny your existence is valid
Drained to flout all the people-
That tried to alleviate your worst outcome
You can’t foresee what’s imminent
Yet your past hinders you to move forward
Motions of the night sky
Appeases you within
The stars glinting like they know you exist
Taking every setback that you had
Full of misery & regret
You fathom what if you didn't live
It doesn't make any difference
To be conceived into eminence or filth
The fear of disappointment escalates
Disappointing your loved ones resents you
You concealed every skin of-
Impetus that espoused
Knowing you could be
Abundantly stronger than this
Yet fluctuation compels you
To cower in distress
'Why can't I be normal?'
You questioned this in your head everyday
Fragments that made you elated dissipates-
Every time you tried to defeat yourself
Falling again & again
You’re afraid of losing your conscience-
Into the abyss that kept drawing you in
You conjure up notions of ingenuity
Just to rupture it repetitively
Is this who you really are?
Is this what you really wanted?
To infinitely hate yourself?
I know it's not easy.
But, go out! It's not easy overcoming the enemy.
When the enemy is you. I get it. But this life, the life you're breathing has so much more to give. You have so much love to give. Let the hate out.
Be free. Don't let it end you,
knowing you're better than this.
(I repost this cause I think it deserves the recognition to spread the message that i wanna bring out)