Bipolar Depression
It's me you pursue
I don't know what to do
You can't be controlled
I won't be consoled
I'm dizzy and confused
I feel hurt and abused
I've asked you to go away
But it seems your here to stay
Your inside of me
I can't set you free
I'm feeling lost & I'm scared
My judgement is impaired
My heart is racing
Back and forth I'm pacing
You may find this hard to believe
But it's getting hard to breathe
When I say no you remind me your master
When I run you run even faster
What can I say?
I can't break away.
As I look in the mirror at my reflection
I see a person defeated with no protection
You took over my life with such aggression
The world gives you a name- bipolar depression
There's one way out but I'm not sure I'm ready
I hold this gun with a hand so steady
I put my hand on the trigger and slowly start to press
I really regret the day I ever got depressed
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2017
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