Empty She hears nothing She sees nothing Just a very dark place
Come here The voice calls It's happiness She flies toward it, with light feelings, while smiling but-
Come here Another voice calls It's loneliness She stops midway "I'll be right back", she tells happiness She goes to loneliness with wide arms opened She was nearly embraced loneliness when
Come here She hears another voice calling her It's sadness She stops. "Sadness needs me", she whispers to loneliness And she steps towards sadness Loneliness tries to hold on her, but she didn't see it
Can you come here? One more voice calls She stops again, looking for the voice It's confusion She becomes baffled She wonders whether sadness will be fine If she goes to confusion now
No, don't! Come here instead! One more voice calls! She turns and look at anger. She looks at confusion and then anger What is she supposed to do now?
Come here! Come here! Come here! Come here! Come here! Come here!
Emptiness, happiness, loneliness, sadness, confusion, and anger call her At the same time Simultaneously She keeps running and running In circle Meets no end Everytime she reaches the borderline, she runs towards different directions She keeps running
And she hears one more voice
You don't belong anywhere Finally, frustration says it She fell down in despair
Come here She feels cold fingers around her shoulders She looks up There stands the death Giving her the dullest stares And creepiest smile
My psychiatrist diagnosed me from borderline personality disorder (BPD), and I've always have thought it was bipolar disorder. She explained to me that these both disorders are totally different.