There are times I feel like my brain has shattered into a million shards of ice
Reflecting the rainbows of the sun's light
Each color a memory that I can't shake free
And there are times I feel like the world is mine
Like every millisecond is a luxury of sights and sounds
Sleepless weeks alternating with weeks of sleep
The handful of pills never quite evening up the scale
Tortured dreams from which I wake screaming or paralyzed
Unable to do anything but fear
But even in the worst days I look back on my lifelong roller coaster ride and remember this:
You can't enjoy the ride if the track stays flat. If your car doesn't sink it can't rise
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
There are times I feel like my brain has shattered into a million shards of ice
Reflecting the rainbows of the sun's light
Each color a memory that I can't shake free
And there are times I feel like the world is mine
Like every millisecond is a luxury of sights and sounds
Sleepless weeks alternating with weeks of sleep
The handful of pills never quite evening up the scale
Tortured dreams from which I wake screaming or paralyzed
Unable to do anything but fear
But even in the worst days I look back on my lifelong roller coaster ride and remember this:
You can't enjoy the ride if the track stays flat. If your car doesn't sink it can't rise
Just a glimpse into being bipolar
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