Boom crackalakalaka laka laka etc...
I'm lacking something...
no, anything? No, everything?!
It seems like there isn't hope anymore.
Where there was, it isn't
Or so I've heard it's all gone
But these people flash their hearts
For a split second
And make me feel like there is hope again.
But they vanish too fast.
And when you are caught up in the moment
What is becomes the past
And it destroys you in the end.
Their sparks and glitter sizzles
And fades to the dark
But it isn't for everyone
Most of us fall to the concrete
Or puff away in the smokey clouds
lost to the eastern wind.
YOU ARE READING
The Neo-Bipolar
PuisiIm 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...
