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Oct 20
I was just a kid.
I did not know what I was doing.

I was just a kid.
A kid in debilitating pain.
It was unbearable
to be awake.

It was impossible
to grab hold
of the bright futureΒ Β 
that was slipping through my fingers.

Locked in my own body.
Stripped of free will.
Unstable on my own two feet.
Bed bound for eternity.

I found a relief.
Something which gave me hope.
It held me up like crutches,
and enabled me to keep going.

I am still a kid.
A kid who cannot stand
without crutches anymore.

Please do not take them away.
Please do not let me fall.
BipolarBear
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BipolarBear  18/F
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