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Living with BPD( Bipolar Disorder)

Somedays my thoughts shriek so loud that

they congest the rest of my mind

other days they chant lullaby's as if nothing

traumatic has ever happened

one moment i'm up

the next im crumbling to my knees

one or the other its consistent drowning with

no one to rescue me

I'm keen on telling myself its all in my head

at times, but

doctors tell me its all me

but for gods sake do they realize what horrid

phrases the voices scream?

death would be so heavenly

I long for the passing of sides

im awaiting to go home where its all

white and peaceful

i have days where im so narcissistic; I swear

I can commence the world as if every millisecond is

a luxury of sighs and sounds

at moments my dispute comes out so rapid

all i get is crooked looks and mumbles

some days, I love him

other times I swear he's the devil in disguise

during my manic episodes you spoke soft as if I

was a fallen angle that was overflowing with life.

You had mentioned a world that disculded me was a

world you cannot exist in

You said I influenced your heart to skip beats, that I

saved you, I was your fresh air

Once he witnessed myself during a dreadful episode

you declared loving me was exhausting and space

is what you desired for

hell could i control this?

he was the one isolated concept I could ever make

my ******* mind up about

I loved him;

I love him

he said that his devotion to me was similar to

staring into a black hole but seeing the reflection of the delicate sunset

it never made sense to him

BUT HELL DID IT MAKE SENSE TO ME?

when he stranded me, i couldn't help but dissolve in tears

i was nowhere adjacent to happy

but that's all I've ever comprehended

my doctor says they've observed a change

maybe its the sleepless weeks and collection of mood stabilizers

consuming pills in hopes to not feel so ******* empty

anticipating on my next manic episode

waiting for the door to open to go home

If I have learned anything from living with BPD

it is im constantly dilapidated upon everything

one day soon I hope to recover from this disorder

that replicates a loud room without recognizing how loud it was

and all I hear is the ringing in my ears that doesn't seem to have an end

some day this will be over

some day my lover will stay

I pray to fall in love with another angel again

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Written by
alisha-mcleod
Published
Nov 14, 2015
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A poem I wrote while in the mental hospital.

Tags
#depression#mental#him#you#bipolar#struggle#bpd
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