Awful Bipolar

I believed in you. You didn’t. I tried to help you. You didn’t. I loved you. You didn’t. I felt for you. You didn’t. Trapped in a cell with nowhere to run, your fear pricked panic into your feet- hitting wall after wall splitting from one, I grabbed your shoes so we would meet. You cried and I cried and we cried together, you bled as I bandaged and patched you up- I tried as you died and was gone forever, you just couldn’t receive all the world’s love. Trapped in a dungeon with nowhere to scream, your tears tricked your soul into needing too much from yourself, or so it seemed, but you just kept on slicing and bleeding. You laughed and I cried and I held tightly to you, the madness in your salty smile terrified me- how can you be happy with a face so blue? The illness was evident and it verified to me. Your disease was confusing and I couldn’t tell, if you were here or there or in between- it killed me to see you stuck in your mind’s hell, flashes of all the mood swings I had seen. Up and down and over a false mountain, you laid and stayed on your back in the snow- closing your eyes falling asleep right by the fountain, it was time for your weary heart to finally let go. Time lingers and the breeze whispers your name, I feel that as each day passes the clock ticks slower- no matter my happiness my life’s never been the same, as I watched you suffer from that awful bipolar. ~Karen~ 1969-2010 Mental Illness Poetry Contest Sponsor: S. Grace Revised: January 8th, 2018