bipolar pt. 1 and pt. 2
the thunder roars in every heartbeat
lightning strikes in my eyes
rain pours with each cry out to God
to take my life away from me.
the flowers at the bottom of my throat are dead.
apparently, you can’t water flowers with vodka.
but God does not bless this Earth
with thunderstorms for nothing to follow.
so after the rain dries and my thunder dies down
the lightning in my eyes turns into light
from the sun,
and i turn out okay
and life goes on.
- bipolar part 1
i feel excitement
rushing through my veins
like the amazon river
i feel adrenaline
pounding against me
like the crash of a waterfall
these are the days
when i forget how to tie my shoes
but i remember how to jump off a cliff
these are the days
when i drive on the other side of the road
i don’t care about what others think
these are the days
i wish i could settle down
and not feel as if
i have to overpower
my own soul.
-bipolar part 2