Bipolar Disorder mental health poem

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In my dream, I was flying. Does it really count as flying if your body is vertical? I always picture "flying" as Superman's favorite mode of transportation. I guess I was floating, higher and higher until nothing on Earth fazed me.
In my dream, I was flying. Does it really count as flying if your body is vertical? I always picture "flying" as Superman's favorite mode of transportation. I guess I was floating, higher and higher until nothing on Earth fazed me.
War
My body is the aftermath of a silent war. Friendly fire has wrecked havoc on my insides As cell attacks, cell and my mind rebels against itself
I am stronger than I think I amI am my biggest criticI am the worst artistI am the worst singerI am the worst studentI am a horrible friendI am a horrible poetI am my own destruction
My love for you sounds like bombs raining down on my brain,  it causes the symptoms of my disorder, but the symptoms I know and love  reflect the way you make me feel.  They rush in and batter me senseless 
blonde hair and freckles good grades and a contagious laugh happy family and dinner together good days and sleepful nights  just a little girl   blonde hair and pale skin
Which is better depression or mania   What is worse organic psychosis or obscure sadness    You see the bright white i see the solemn  grey I don't mean to sound desperate but
Anxiety was diagnosed to him. Bipolar was diagnosed to her. If he takes his meds, he will be alright. If she takes a couple more, she won't make it tonight.
As I slip the ring delicately onto my middle finger,                 For the ring was a smidge too large for my ring finger, I can feel the everlasting emotions                 bubbling beneath my skin,
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.
You are the Prince of a Dynasty of Kooks.  Royal lineage born to you from your mother, whose crown was given to her from her father.
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