My Mental Hell

Endless thoughts stream through my scattered and unstable mind. The by-product of a chemically imbalanced, bi-polar, and drug abused brain. My concentration is lost somewhere in the confusion my incoherent thoughts. Unable to achieve any significant mental stability or consistent relevance. As another day rots into night, night into day. Isolated in a mental hell. Enslaved by my compulsive habits and nervous with my irrational fears. Existing in a manic state, no time to eat or sleep, no chance of normalcy. Searching for a solution that doesn't involve a gun and a bullet.