This is What Bipolar Disorder Sounds Like

Crazy.

One day I was high,

The next I was contemplating dying,

A paradox,

Someone who wanted to live,

But couldn’t live while being dead.

Waiting for the right time to ask,

Am I okay?

Is this normal?

Hearing no,

And thinking that it was I

Who needed to be fixed.

A disease of the mind,

Elevating me to new heights,

Before dragging me back down,

To lay in the darkness alone,

Until the light came again.

Wishing I could light the path for myself,

But knowing that I needed help,

A special kind of help,

That many tend to hide from.

Popping pills to stay sane,

But feeling more like myself than ever before,

This is what bipolar looks like.

An endless jump of highs and lows,

Waiting alone until the highs come,

And I finally feel normal again.