Emily The Band Geek Poet Rhyme

Thoughts

I smile fading into the darkness of my room
quiet and unaware the feelings about to flee my head.
Being alone is one of my biggest fears
over thinking is the issue
silver coming out red, regrets and wishing I was dead,
hurting the ones I can't stand to see sad
it's not my fault the monsters in my head want me dead.
Craving my tears and full attention
being alone is a big fear of mine because
I can't ever trust my head it goes from thoughts
of happiness to wishing I was dead.

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Keith Logan September 30, 2016 at 11:28 PM Bipolar Disorder is very hard to live with, both for the afflicted and those closest to them. On an upward surge one can only go along for the ride; on a downward phase patience and empathy are required. Keith Logan September 30, 2016 at 11:30 PM I should have mentioned this is very well written.