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Bipolar

by Rain Weber 4 years ago in sad poetry
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I'm stuck.

Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

I'm at an amusement park

but it's not amusing.

I'm on a ride that will

never

end.

Spinning in circles

around and around I go

frontwards

backward

when the directions change,

whiplash.

The hardest stop ever.

And then,

it just goes again.

Back and forth,

back and forth

around in circles

until I die.

With each direction change

I think

it can't get worse than this

or

it cant get better than this

but with each change

it does.

It gets worse going backward

and then

when I go forward

somehow,

someway,

it gets better,

but then

I go backwards again,

back to the pain and agony.

When I was high on life

and I can

never

ever

get

off

this ride.

I can numb it with meds

but I still feel the changes

back and forth,

back and forth.

It's just duller

but I can still feel it.

And then the meds ware off

and I'm back

on full blast

It never ends.

LD

4:23 AM

sad poetry

About the author

Rain Weber

Just your local emo who loves to write.

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