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 © | Year Posted 2010

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Culverhouse Avatar
March 31, 2011 at 2:25 PM
Sadness is gripping my heart....hope this is not true.
Brown Avatar
July 21, 2010 at 10:39 AM
Here I sit with lots to do,....... but.......I would rather read poetry written by you. Wishing you a day filled with inspiration Jarid. Love, Carol
Matt Avatar
July 20, 2010 at 4:00 PM
Well put together, but is this true? I have a poem like this called "Why?" you should read it too. If this is true then I am truly sorry for your loss. No one understands this until they go through it, the pain, the loss, and worst of all the wondering of "what if?" Best of luck to you in your journey. Also it only gets easier when you remember, not forget.
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