The Time

To feel an everlasting, neverending exhaustion
no matter how much sleep gotten each night,
no matter how much time spent alone in the quiet,
no matter how many pills taken every day,
Is the worst feeling to cope with.
When there is no longer safety in the body, the mind, the spirit,
that is the time to seek help,
and accept the reality
of great depression.
Such sadness marked by the woes of life,
a chemical imbalance,
the flip side of bipolar disorder.
A battle that must be fought every second, every minute, every hour, everyday for eternity.

This poem is about: 
Me

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