I tried to lock him out But he somehow found his way back in The monster, the dark mist that slowly takes hold of my body Until his tendrils wrap around my limbs and throat Rendering me unable to breathe or to speak So I curl up in bed and wait it out "This feeling is fleeting," I repeat It stays long enough to rid me of any flicker of hope, extinguishing any sparkle in my eyes Leaving me numb Alone to pick up the pieces Until he chooses to visit again
I am being suffocated by pain That demands to be felt But refuses to acknowledge its origin or cause. How do I tame a beast Whose name I do not know? This season always brings with it emotional turmoil, The joys of daylight's manipulation of bipolar disorder, But this creature that weighs down my chest Has not uttered its name. Like all demons, It must be named to be exorcised, And it will not be cowed by my speaking in tongues. Back ye foul beast From whence you came. By hook or crook I will learn your name.
Debilitating When the mind cripples the body Infuriating When your youth fades day by day Hurting When trust is broken because no one believes you Yearning To just get out of bed, while they think you're lazy Praying Your pain could go away Begging To live a normal life
Its very real When the mind is so sick, it affects your physical being