Manic Depressive

I. Am. Bipolar. I have my highs I have my lows I will be laughing about my life one minute And crying about it the next My switch is one or the other But sometimes the switch breaks And that is the scariest part The numb feeling Senseless Hopeless Unfeeling Dead Wanting to be nothing at all for a moment So I don't sleep Or eat Or sometimes even move I am a slave to my mental illness I sometimes watch my friends lose interest In anything I have to say Until something knocks the edge and the switch is adjusted And so is my mood Then everything is fine Or fucking awful I. Am. Bipolar.

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