Bipolar Abandoned
What happens when I am lonely?
Reality becomes a game because everything becomes so phony.
Many times my emotions overwhelm me,
This tortures me all day, but you'd never know unless you yourself can see.
I sit inside my head,
Think about horrible things, and than never make it to bed.
I know I have to get up and clean,
That's how I deal with my bipolar when I'm in a rage being mean.
I wonder where the day has went,
As if I was on borrowed time God to me has lent.
There's those days I feel so much energy and power,
But than there's the other days where I feel as shy and frigid as a flower.
Sometimes when I go to bed at night,
That constant urge sets in preparing for fight or flight.
I have plenty of anxiety,
So much that I dont eat, sleep, and tend to know no boundary.
I deal with this from day to day.
Sometimes I find myself alone in my bedroom just drifting away.
Life has always left me pondering,
Will this craziness ever stop, I will always be wondering.
For me sometimes it's so easy to get lost,
Into a world You'll never understand,
Because it's a road you have not crossed!
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