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Swings

It's the way it creeps into your brain

and intoxicates your thoughts

and triggers unwanted emotions

and inhibits your every move

leaving you paralyzed from

the neck down.

 

And there's nothing you can do

except take the red or blue pill --

a temporary solution to

a lifelong illness

that will stop at nothing to

devour all the good inside you.

 

I just wish it would stop

and allow me to breathe

and keep my chest from feeling

as if a thousand needles are lodged inside.

That's my small request.

Why can't I have that?

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Written by
ashleigh-black
27 / F / Finnish
Published
Apr 29, 2014
Lines·Words
18·95
Notes

Mental illness is a terrible, terrible thing.

Tags
#illness#mental#health#bipolar#disorders
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