TRIGGER WARNING: Self Harm, Racism, Drug Use, Violence, Bullying, Abuse, Neglect
Tag: bipolar
>Forest of My Mind<
I feel as if I am in a bubble that holds my mind and spirit outwardly from my body. Looking within I see the emotions churn and broil. Roasting away under the heat aggression of anger and rage, the emotions slowly dry, crumbling to the dust of regret and wasted effort. Inward, searching the crevices’…
Another Life
Lost a life, Gained life, Lost more life, Gained life. Lost another life, This time had to buckle down, Hit hard in the gut, Change a Demon, Eyes glowing yellow, Red dots of hell inside, Mind lost control, Body in chaos, Heart crashing overboard, Gripping the hull, Watching shore develop, Dreams abound, A life yet…
We’re All Alone
Looking at myself now, Long held down by the machines, My brain set out to construct, Lost myself between the circitry, Inside a narcistic existance, Buried deeper a soft exterior, Unexposed by the walls of fear, Holding back the world so near, Feeling the crumbling cracks, Myself I, me alone in this concrete hall, Exposed,…
Forgotten Self
Escape, retreat down the regretful halls, Escape, enter into the realm of mystic, Escape, me, I, self, want, desire, Let go, Free, myself of the bond, Free, myself of the chain, Free, myself of the memories, Let go, Drift, away from me thou foul dirty whispers, Drift, away from me thou horrible tool of self…
Oh How Hard It Is To Not minimize.
Some things I did positive in my life last week. I bought a few upgrades to the house. I started perfecting a part of a composition I am working on completing. I did part or all of the dishes every day. I did part or all of the laundry every day. I am embarrassed this…
Devastated
So mad inside, Anger burning brighter than ultra violet, Inside turmoil, Violet light shining bright, Bringing with it the devastation, Weeping for hurt after hurt, Devastation rocks my world, Hurt bringing forth tears.
A Tale That Led to Happiness.
Realization is anything but beautification, It all comes with a price more expensive than daily sacrifice, Sick, standing at the edge, Looking over feeling belly bulge, Down below an end, Is it my end? Step forward and find out, Whispers the voice of my out, Stay and find out, Whispers the voice against out, Two…
Look into My Mirror
Twisted disguise covers my muse, Is it pain, Or, that which amuse, Could it be broken glass, Shredding, cutting leaving the soul, In degraded pain? Looking past tattered soul, Among the mirrored looking glass, Which continues the window of pain, Showing trapped soul, An embodiment of young lad rolling in grass, Who is now a…
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