The Addiction of Bipolar

I wake to cold sweats scratches From Sleeping on this broken mattress Outside is cold but its my home, My palace My brain crashes from this addiction I so I need that fix to get me back high I'm trying to fix the broken pieces missing inside I've seen heroin take my best friends life Yet I still inject it, Why? Why wont this addiction just Roll over Now I'm diseased with this thing called bi polar A world trapped in eternal sadness For others beautiful for some so numb While I'm covered in an eternal blackness They say I need to take these pills before I turn to madness But there my thorn digging my side As sharp as a cactus No wonder I have this cuts of pure madness Because it aches stomach pains Nausea vomiting, Insomnia Give me a story of drama But then my dis honer Had to cut my wrist to see that this blood is thicker than is vodka Slowly sinking under water Holding a ton of bricks on my shoulder Only makes me stronger In order to move on we have to see the rain live through the pain before we get that sunshine once again!