Bipolar, they called it, the tide within me, Rising, falling, a moonlit frenzy. You, with your papers and promises made, Couldn’t meet the storm; your respect decayed, And I, adrift, watched the world betray me.
The world will move on When your day comes. The wind will still blow, The moon will still shine, And your tiny footprints Will be wiped away with ease.
When that wind blows next, And you feel the warmth of moonlight on your skin, Realize, you still have a chance To soak it in.
I am split down the seams As I stomp through the battlefield Of judgement and authenticity; Looking for the place Where it’s okay, To love who I want, And live unafraid.
"I'm trying But I can't" I respond My head hurts Fingers throb Brain overflows
"Don't worry Be happy" It's on loop Like it always is When I'm anxious And able to
"When you're worried Your face will frown And that will bring Everybody down" He explains
"I'm sorry" I sob
Can't sleep. The world is killing me. Anxiety is filling me. I can't breathe. I can't be. Help...
P.S. sorry I haven't been able to react and see of of everyone's stuff recently. (This note was written by a tear that cried tears that cried tears that cried)
We all have our lies We all have our sins But the past does not matter So long as you’re in the life i’m in I don’t care what you’ve done I don’t care what you have said The only thing that matters Is that your inside my head My heart yearns for you To tell me you love me But the silence is deafening Leading me to think Am i only dreaming