The time of year
say.What do they know about me and my chaotic life.I will do what is expected of me like laugh, smile and act as though I am filled with joy.
Black tears roll down my cheeks as I drive home, as my real feelings emerge in my heart.This life is not a life that I want to be a part of here on earth.
Am I a loser? People say I am the lucky one but sure I have every thing I need except happiness.
I am lost within my soul with depressed thoughts that tear my heart to shreds.I am bipolar, a label that I never wanted.Everyone thinks my whole being is bipolar but there is so much more to me.
I want to just drive away to start over.What do I do with my lost feelings of being lonely e c an in a crowd.Where do I go?
