It's when I get so nauseous
And my body shows little
Cracks and i am not sure if
The wetness on my face is

Puke or Blood.

It's when my knive-sharp
Words fling through people
their hearts and brains and I
Ruin every bond i have so that

I will be alone.

Its the constant excitement,
Being felt in mostly my hands
Wanting to **** and hurt with
The biggest smile on my face.

You spell it: P.S.Y.C.H.O

It's the breakdowns with screams
and sobs and sniffles, welcomed by
the feeling of power and dominance,
which are symptoms of happiness.

All these feelings in 3 seconds.

It's the complete empty feeling
When the attacks die down and
It feels like depression over again
But it's all numbness.

Define Bipolar: Me.