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This way, that way
  All over the place
He said, she said
  I am a disgrace

I stumbled and fumbled
  And my soul fell ******
But grateful to those
  Who do the study

I might not seem hurt
  when you take your first look
But next time you'll see
  I'm dangling by a hook

It pokes and drives deeper
  As i struggle to get loose
And I scream and I holler
"Oh what's the use?!"

I was about to accept
  That bipolar stigma
When the news flashed
  That killer was a bipolar enigma

Oh no!
  Now here we go
All those bipolars
  Are freaks you know

They all looked at each other
  With absolute wonder
As the ground opened up
  And the bipolars fell under

How dare they so foolishly speak
  Without even a blink
I so fear my life
  Is again on the brink

One down, two down
  Three on the verge
Thank you society
  For your so selfish gurge!
Heart racing,
Blood pumping,
Sweat dripping.

Air thick,
Ground wet,
Footsteps heavy.

Fear revving,
Anger laughing,
Normality waving.

Branch snap,
Breathe fast,
Hide well.

Damage done,
Regret building,
Memories mocking.

Voices startle,
Growing nearing,
Pain awaits.
I struggle to remember,
Just when it fell from my grasp,
The moment it slipped away,
Becoming something of the past

Maybe the noose was always there,
Just never tight enough to feel,
Maybe it just sat there,
Waiting for it's grand reveal

But now it strains hard upon my neck,
Making me choke on every word,
Now I use my silent voice,
Even though it's begging to be heard

It kills me to speak loud and clear,
My body rises in rebellion,
And my mind complys wordlessly,
Terrified of heaven.
Always look forward
Never look back
For if you look back
You may miss something that's in front of you
to hear one bird song
before night puts all birds to roost

one bird song
as the quiet evening

claims our Islands tongues.
A piece of paper caught in the wind
Your wrist shifts up to move the hand
There is nothing to grip anymore
It has been taken away in the gusts
The gust of life are so precious
Many times we hate the inability
To be able to do more than the possible
We want to hold water, fly, live forever
Yet, we've no idea the responsibility
There is so much grey in the world
Tanto, tanto, tanto gris
We don't even know what to do
When it's all gone and we're left
To Swim, to Walk, to be Alive
Could I just become a song?
Play and run around between the music
Touch the human soul that drives us
to hell with this eternal longing to be loved,
engraved in our souls.
too long have i confused my waning lust
for love.
it ruins me and has ****** me to an entirety
of suffering.
all striving ceases
as you sit back

and realise love is not interested in your sins

indeed love has blotted them out

love is in love with you.
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