My bipolarity has lead me to no truth
Just mixed emotions and no thoughts of a you
No thoughts of a me, life, death or rebirth
I am otherwise blessed with a curse
Can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t even begin
My start is at the exact same point as my end
Nothing even matters
All care is lost
I’ll still seek a successful future
But these hopes are store bought
I wish it would rear its ugly face south
I feel every nothing from my toes to my mouth
In the middle of the compass
The magnet has yet to guide me
And joy right now seems just too unlikely.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
My bipolarity has lead me to no truth
Just mixed emotions and no thoughts of a you
No thoughts of a me, life, death or rebirth
I am otherwise blessed with a curse
Can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t even begin
My start is at the exact same point as my end
Nothing even matters
All care is lost
I’ll still seek a successful future
But these hopes are store bought
I wish it would rear its ugly face south
I feel every nothing from my toes to my mouth
In the middle of the compass
The magnet has yet to guide me
And joy right now seems just too unlikely.
