Panic Disorder With Adhd and Bipolar 1
I've been labeled by society,
mentally ill
Here go ahead, just take this pill.
The mystical gates of Heaven close
as I cross
Hell is bound to me on earth, my
spirit is lost.
I wake from my slumber knowing
this,
My dreams have left me, I hardly
exist.
I hold in my hand one yellow, one
blue
I hesitate to take them, the choice is
up to you
Happiness for me comes in a pill
Knowing that thought makes me
more ill.
I lay back to sleep Im free once again
Knowing when I wake its just me and
this pen.
"How are you feeling, how was your
day"
I know if I tell the truth Im going
back away
Locked in a room, closed windows
and doors
The only thing I'll have left is what I
adore.
For an hour or so my mind is free
Than the pills just wont let me be.
My dreams fade to dirt
remembering my whole life thats
hurt.
Copyright © Joshua Rawls | Year Posted 2012
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