It is not depression..no it's not..
Your mind it races a thousand miles..
per second never knowing sleep...
..its peace..mental trauma makes
it worse..it hurts..it's blinding pain..
Going through life..mowing your mind..
never letting the grass grow back..
you just cant..it's the bi polars..
Why do...stupid peoples..stupids..
not ignorant think...
you can just shut it off like some car..
They are the most dangerous...some even
know how to make it explode..on purpose..
truly wicked are they...whom walk...
in your darkness on purpose....darkness
such as they...they are..wickeds..
always thinking...knowing thinking..
forever thinking...never knowing...
because it's always...thought out...
weeks before...advanced in head....
knowing...it never works out that way..
knowing....knowing never knowing...to wait
untill the last spark is gone put out..
always wanting to..lay in roses..is it's side affect..
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bi-polars-what-is-it-really-like/
