It begins in your sleep,
When the night is drawn
And darkness settles under
Your pale lit skin.
The doubt creeps in the window
Lonliness helps itself
down the chimney
And sadness has its own key
To come as he pleases.
And there is no place
To go where they wont find you.
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The Neo-Bipolar
PoesiaIm actually terrified to share this stuff with you all. I struggle with a lot of demons and really just need the support and superficial attention that I lack. This is continued poetry from bipolar poems, just a new me, some newer thoughts, feelings...
