You keep trying to
make sense of their *******.
Why are you doing this?
They've been told time
and time again.

They KNOW the harm they have caused.

Pouring your heart and soul
out to those who wish
you were dead is doing nothing.
It's only exhausting you.

Put up your boundaries,
take a stand,
show them that you are
here to ******* STAY.

*******..
We've just about seen it all,
don'tcha think?

We feel backed into
a narrow corner.
We feel small & mute.
We feel frail & powerless.

This is exactly how
they want us to be.
We cannot give them
that satisfaction.

There are more of us
then there are of them!
They want us to CONSUME
all the **** they feed us.
They need US!

We need to stand tall
& be loud & fearless.
I understand war should
not be the answer..
but we MUST defend ourselves.

We deserve life ******!!

Every system in place
is designed to fail you,
& to benefit the ones with power.
Do not be a cog in their regime.

Embrace community & togetherness.

So, let's fight & LIVE!

..here comes the darkness.
Seeping in every corner.
Covering me like a blanket.

I feel numb,
yet on fire within
a void.

My body &
mind slow down.
& my stomach
in my throat.

I cannot tell
what I'm feeling.
But it's lonely
& dark here.

I cry a thousand tears of pain.
I can barely breathe.

I remember what
someone once
told me.

So I take
3 deep breathes,
close my eyes,
& hold myself close.

This won't last forever.
I know I can fight this.

We've done this
dance many
times before.

I hug myself tighter
as I begin to smile.

I have Bipolar.
My Bipolar does not
have me.

I tell myself
this over & over..

I open my eyes & sigh deeply.

It's going to be okay.
We WILL heal from this.

I was so curious.
I felt free.
There was warmth..

So I thought.

Things start
to blur & cloud.
I thought this
was the light I needed.

I fell hard
& fast.
Deeper I go.
The light dims..

What have I done?
What is this place?
There must be
a way out.

I'm clawing, jumping,
gasping for air.
I see the surface.

I push harder,
but still no luck.

There appears a hand
as to reach for me.
I grab hold tight.

I slip as the
current pulls
me down.
I feel trapped.

I feel hopeless
& lonely.
But I cannot
give up.

I see a second
& then a third
hand plunge
down into the water.

I can suddenly breathe!
I'm alive!

I have found my people.
No longer feeling lonely.
The way has been shown.

Unbecoming everything that isn’t you.
.. this is such a factual statement.
We live in a society where everyone masks and they don’t even realize it.
There is this facade that we parade around throughout life, while becoming a little bit of every person we meet.
Who are we really?
Am I truly someone who works in an office every single day of my life, or am I a little piece of everyone I’ve ever loved?
We are the only ones who know our true selves.
Everyone’s perception of you is wildly different.
We are chameleons.