I am broken, and I know it.
I am pathetic, and I know it.
I am in need of help, and I know it.
I know everything that
happened to me, yet I have
no words to explain
what I've experienced.
This pain is beyond words.
This pain is invisible.
And I know it.
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Unexplainable (I Am Bipolar)
PoetryPoem; Mental Health and Me {Thoughts, Poems, Relationship, Life Lessons} *A seventeen-year-old girl who suffers from mental illness and bullying.
