when i drown
i become ice
because it is easier to float that way
-depression
all i ever looked for was the light at the end of the tunnel
but the light were flames that quenched the thirst of the devil
my wounds
make it nearly impossible
for me to rise again
and face the world
that has been stabbing
me to death
It will rip you
It will drain you
It will kill you
But it won't leave you.
Ever.
One thing psychiatrists wouldn't know about me :my brain has two hemispheres but my mind has thousands .
We live in a world were women are expected to starve for brainwashed men to feast on.
MAYBE
maybe we are just blind and scarred warriors fighting in an empty battlefield.
YOU ARE READING
BIpolar
Poetryhow far will you go to shatter into art that mad men spend centuries writing about
