First DaysHappy, anxious feelings promise to excel.
A Cliche Bipolar MetaphorEarly to bed,Lying & wondering:What the hellFlicked the switchThis time?[With the lights off,The switch still flickers;
Conflict Burns These Saline EyesCry your saline tears,Watch them drip -Falling against yourArray of sliced skin;Oh, I hope thatThe salt burns &The water heals:Please, learn the lesson -But don't get hurt...
Headline: Cure Found for Suicide PandemicSmile at the humansThat pass you by,Share your honesty& Your optimism.Give love the wayYou dream it to be.Cradle the angelsThat fall beneath,Lend your time& Your wings.Give care the wayYou know it to be.End the pandemicThat kills us all,Save their lives& Your own.
Why Can't I Try?I've failed you.I can't heal your past,And you're so far goneI can't improve your future.You hurt me terriblyWhen you told me stop,You killed my spirit...I'm sorry I tried.
Sing Me to PeaceWhen I'm dying,Will you be thereTo sing the wordsI never heard?Lull me to sleep withProud "I love you"s,And tell me how it isThat I do matter;But don't fret with the"You'll be missed"s,Or focus your chorusOn saying goodbye...As I sleep into my death,Will anyone be there toSing away my regretsWith words I've never heard?
Bipolar: The Happy SideIn a world withNo rules &No censorship...I live the lifeOf a childAble to liveIn a capableBodyThat screams:WELCOMETOMANIA!
Regret in Truth ...Imagine the state one's life must be in to end it all,When the anger and anguish override the happiness and joy...Should that person be let go?Is death truly the best answer in some cases...?
Regretted Truth (?)I can't save everyone... But:Is everyone meant to be saved?