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She sits alone,
Her thoughts chasing one another
In an endless game of tag.
Connections,
Understandings,
Things no one else can grasp.
Music and movies play,
Repeating themselves over and over.
Books have been written
Only to be forgotten.
Names with pictures,
Words with no voice,
Art that cannot be shown.
Communicating with words that make no sense
And trying to fit in,
Resulting in failure.
Admired by many,
Refused by them all.
Forever Alone...
A lie.
Beautiful and she knows it
But doesn't believe it.
A touch to liven,
A word to kill.
Confused by the answers
To the questions she asks.
Then it all comes back to...
Why?
Her thoughts chasing one another
In an endless game of tag.
Connections,
Understandings,
Things no one else can grasp.
Music and movies play,
Repeating themselves over and over.
Books have been written
Only to be forgotten.
Names with pictures,
Words with no voice,
Art that cannot be shown.
Communicating with words that make no sense
And trying to fit in,
Resulting in failure.
Admired by many,
Refused by them all.
Forever Alone...
A lie.
Beautiful and she knows it
But doesn't believe it.
A touch to liven,
A word to kill.
Confused by the answers
To the questions she asks.
Then it all comes back to...
Why?
Literature
Bipolar Disorder
Look over your shoulder. They're watching you.
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
Faster.
Faster.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."
Shut up.
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
Freeze.
Stare.
Laugh.
"What are you doing?"
Dying.
"Nothing."
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
"What's wrong?"
Please save me.
"Nothing."
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
Do it.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Nothing."
Laugh.
Smile.
Scream.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know.
Literature
Smile like you mean it
Smile like you mean it
Pretend it's all a dream
Don't let the world see you break
Don't let them hear you scream
You don't know where your mind is
It's somewhere out of reach
And if they see you crumble
Like a choir they will preach;
Attention whore, pitiful, waste of space
They'll scorn and mock
and kick dirt in your face
and when those voices fill you with fear and dread
Just smile and remember that
It's All In Your Head.
Literature
Hear me howl.
Tell me again, Father,
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
(outgrown)
lonely bones,
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
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I found an old poem in an old binder of mine and felt it should be shared
I think I was in a bit of a dark place when I wrote this
I think I was in a bit of a dark place when I wrote this
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I absolutely love this. Really like the two different poems and how they come together perfectly. Beautiful.