Manic Bipolar Insomniac

Some days seems like some nights, A continuous battle, with an innumerable amount of fights. Endless hours pass, the night moon fades to the light of mourning, Tired as , yet when I go to bed the mind racing begins with no forewarning. One thought leads to another like the labyrinth that's endless, Insomnia is a creature that is solitary and completely friendless. Yet when it's finally time and my mind begins to rest. That's when the leg convulsions start and violent leg seizures are expressed. Keeping sleep at bay just like the repetitive speeding mind race, It's been 7 hours lying here in bed just hoping to slow the pace. Then the morning noises start their engines, testing my last nerve, Is this an affliction I created myself, an ailment I deserve. By the natural means of exhaustion and several different pills ingested, All night lying awake in the dark, the peacefulness of sleep is contested. So many hours of bed rest just attempting what eludes me to fall asleep, 17 hours of pillow time slowly the time does creep. Finally 5 full hours of constant interrupted dreams, If only I could take this insomnia and tear it away at the seams. Then I'd only take the anti-psychotic mood stabilizers and the one for my thyroid, Thank goodness this affliction has not induced thoughts that are paranoid. As everything seems in order, a simple word inflected in a wrongful way, Will cause a haptic spasm and involuntary psychotic behavior I display. Material things get broken, aggression takes control of the wheel, Cause I intuitively know exactly what was intended, the ways the words spoken made me feel. Whoops now my electronics are all broken cause I can't control this reaction, Now I've gone and did it, my spirit leaves then returns to my body like a contraction. Another person is to blame for this psychotic break, At least I'm always true in my actions and truly never fake. I will not take the blame for someone else's shoty ass behavior, And quit asking me, no I do not need your holy savior. In prison I always had to go visit the nurse's station, So I guess it's on to the multiple types of medication. For my schizoaffective has manic bipolar psychotic breaks, depression, insomnia, as well as anxiety, The pills are a handful, a cocktail of prescriptions with colors of variety. To control these ailments, so many begin and end within this brain, It's taking all my IQ numbers, man I'm glad I'm not insane. I've never let this be the only thing in my life, I now laugh and love and will never again slash my throat with a knife. Cause my soulmate has made me better, her presence is like that of the moon, We are in the same vibration like the instruments complementing each other in a tune. It's time to say goodnight and begin another restless battle, Hop up on that restless horse named insomnia and nestle right into its saddle. The time has come to have a normal release of serotonin, Cause the lower levels create a many of malfunctions and controls him. Just let my cerebellum function correctly, let all within be normal, Spewing forth the words seems to be entirely informal.