Bipolar is awesome! A lyrical genius, ideas of grandeur – until they ram a needle in yer. Then comes the crash. Longing for your life to be over in a flash.
Dear Mister E Fex. Sir, I hate that I love you, I love you, I hate you! We have been off and on for about three years now. You see, Elle A. hooked us up…
I cannot see past this. The pain overwhelms me. Is recovery real? How long does it take? Is it even possible? How will I know what recovery looks like?
Bipolar Poem: She’s lying in her bed / Still breathing but she’s wishing she was dead / She’s dancing round the place / The biggest smile across her face…