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I just dont understand this life
To be bi-polar
To be happy one minute then angry at the next
It takes so much out of me
And if I hear another person tell me to cheer up I'm gonna lose it like I can control this I wish I can
I just wish I can be one mood all day
I just feel like everything is sucked out of me and drained out
I wish I knew someone that was Bi-polar where I do not have to always feel alone with it
To be bi-polar
To be happy one minute then angry at the next
It takes so much out of me
And if I hear another person tell me to cheer up I'm gonna lose it like I can control this I wish I can
I just wish I can be one mood all day
I just feel like everything is sucked out of me and drained out
I wish I knew someone that was Bi-polar where I do not have to always feel alone with it
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Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me?
Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me? It's not like it matters, it's not like it's hurting me...
Well, no, maybe that isn't true. It is hurting me. Why does it hurt me? It shouldn't matter that she isn't talking to me. It's not a big deal. It's not like she's ignoring me...
What if she's ignoring me? Is she ignoring me? She tells me she's busy. I believe her I really do, but there's always this part of me that tells me I'm just annoying. Why would someone want to talk to me? I'm not good enough...
I'm never good enough. I push myself, put so much pressure on myself. People tell me I'm good at things, but I can't see it. I can't belie
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what about him?
he cries, but no-one hears,
they shelter themselves from his pain,
they think he's a nuisance,
they ignore his cries,
He screams, but no one hears,
but they still feel his cold breath as it hits them,
they don't care, they won't embrace him,
what if i were to cry?
what if i screamed?
they would care for me,
maybe only from pity,
but that would be better than nothing,
he has nothing,
no-one to care for him,
no-one to even pity him,
no-one.
his name?
The sky
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Holes for Ears
I live in fear,
because I was torn ear to ear.
Or rather my ears were torn off,
after being repeatedly told off.
Or maybe I was told, "I'm off."
It's hard to remember and hard to know,
because I can never hear again.
Unless my ears regrow.
But the holes that are left
left better access to my brain.
Hopefully by seeing straight in there,
I can better diagnose the pain.
But instead I think I see just mush,
thoughts and firing and lots of stuff.
But I don't see love, I don't see sane.
I just see stuff you call my brain.
I wish I could still hear,
but I can still see your smile.
And if they tear out my eyes,
you'll still be smi
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You can certainly find many people who are similarly affected by manic depression here on deviantART