'mental illness'
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Crying, kicking, screaming
Tired of the yelling
In the car and to the office
Face to face; eyes burning
It will be ok
At least that's what I said
I don't want to do it
I'll never be better
I don’t take in food
But you don’t expect it from me
Not underweight or obese
You tell me I’m not fat
Deep down, I already know that
Bipolar is:extreme changes in mood, from mania to depression. Between these mood episodes, a person with bipolar disorder may experience normal moods.
My idea of bipolar:
I can’t win this battle,
So, don’t you dare tell me that,
I am stronger than I look.
I have a bruised broken-down soul but,
I know that
“It’s what’s on the inside that counts”
My insides are dying and
I had felt the down
before.
It was never
this bad though.
I was a
freshman
in high school
and I wrote a handful
of suicide letters…
just incase
the inevitable
Stepdaddy never showed up
for my birthday party
even though Momma called.
He didn’t show up at the
hospital when Grandpa
couldn’t estimate my carbs.
He never showed up again
Why do I fear you?
You are irrelevant in the grand scheme
Of things
Because I know you are not an ally.
You who tells me
Thoughts are overlapping, each fighting to control me
Emotions are holding me down trying to suffocate me
Ears are echoing the horrible screams that haunt me
She was hungry, peaked and breathless
“I’m starving”
Words meant to manipulate
I capitulate
“How big is the salami?”
“Roll it up with cream cheese, have you ever
Had that before?”
His crumpled bat skeleton arms criss-cross before him, his hands hang limp, his finger extends expressively, his matted hair flops in front of his face, and I hand him an origami box because he is falling backwards two steps, I've taken a step and
A poem for the best and most influential mentor in my life,
my big brother
David, my dear brother, you are like no other.
She’s tired all the time lately and her head is always cold
She just wants to sleep but everything is uncomfortable or aching
Thank you
But for what?
I have succeeded in nothing but failure.
I couldn’t stop her mood from changing,
Or the kids from calling,
Dear Sister,
In the corner of my eye
I see little white lies,
Though they're disguised
I don't mind.
I let them by.
And the rooms in this house
Did she hide because she was scared?
What was she scared of?
Did she even know?
Was she jealous?
Of what?
What do I have that she doesn’t?
Mind By Caecae W.
I’m awake but I’m asleep, well and insane, alive but broken…
My sense of time is unreal…
A Letter to My Anxious Brain:
You’re doing it again.
The video of the guy with ALS,
It set you off? Didn’t it.
It started out small—
Innocuous. His arm was sore.
Now he’s saying goodbye
First and foremost, I would like to advise that I have been dealing with some severe emotional issues, in which recently on October of 2017 I was diagnosed with my illness. Which, causedmy academic standing to be affected in the past.
Dear Rose,
I wonder who you will be
Whether I will find you in a library
Or a classroom
Or online
I wonder whether I will approach you then
Dear Dad,
You say these memories are fake,
then dang I must got an overflowing river of imagination.
New Home,New Faces
Past and Present, blur together
Voices echo, All is the Same yet it has changed
