Her Bi-Polar
You're paranoid. You're scared. You don't know what to do.
You're happy. Full of life. You're turning gray skies blue.
You think and you wonder. Am I there? Am I alright?
You're strong, hear me roar. So high you are on life.
You're confused, feel mistaken. Once happy, but now blue.
Sounds familiar? Then hear me out, this story could be you.
She doesn't sound too happy and she wants me to come
over. I ask her what is wrong. She replies, "It's my
bi-polar."
"I get like this sometimes. I just don't want to live.
I'm loosing all my hope. What good advice can you give?"
I get to her house. I see pain all in her face.
I can almost feel it. Her time is slipping away.
She shows me a scar, I then ask, "What's up with this?"
"Jarid, I haven't told you, once before I slit my wrist."
She collapses in my arms. The tears flow from her eyes.
I've had bi-polar before so I know it's not a lie.
"I read your poem before," She says "The storm is over now.
How did you make it? What's your secret? Please show me
how."
"Well I believe that you can accomplish anything with your
mind. Do you got it in you to do it? But beware it all takes
time."
"That's my problem." She says "I don't believe in myself.
I tried to before, but I think I need some help."
"Well what is wrong today? What is it that made you cry?"
"My so-called friends forsaken me all because of a foolish
lie."
"They aren't friends anyway. Would've been there through
thick and thin. I am here, I understand, you know in me
you got a friend."
We talked for a long time, but I needed to get some sleep.
"Let's do this another time, same place by the end of the
week."
Later on in the week she gets and call and says hello.
Can't believe what she hears and cannot take it anymore.
"I am Jarid." The voice tells her. "Go ahead and just cry.
Go ahead and kill yourself, I want to see you die!"
She can't believe her ears, "Why you're doing this to me?"
Hanging up and turning away,it is a knife that she now see.
Someone has pretended...pretended to me. I call her house,
but no answer. Where could she possibly be?
A pain hits my heart, I sense something is wrong.
Must see if she's ok and find out what is going on.
Get in my car
Race to her
Hope she is alright.
I'm worried
I'm thinking
Speeding through the night.
I burst through the door. A body on the floor my eye has caught.
She took her own life, she stabbed herself right in the heart!
Copyright © Jarid Miller | Year Posted 2010
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