Today, I'm Not Well
Spoken Word Poetry About Bipolar Disorder
Today, I'm not feeling all that well It's like I've gone back, hidden in my shell I don't want to type or write or sing I just can't do this whole life thing
I was happy yesterday, I really was And not just for an event or just because I was singing and laughing and having fun Now I can't find my was up, I'm just done
I can feel a hiatus coming on fastI'll start praying now that it doesn't last I feel like I'm not myself, I'm someone new The world has changed to a darker hue
I'm trapped inside this small metal cageHow long I'll be in here, I cannot gauge
My heart keep pounding, So hard yet hollow sounding
My head keeps racingI find myself pacing
The won't SHUT THE HELL UP These demons made a buildup They're yelling and screaming telling me to just die I keep asking myself, but I don't want to, why?
The pill bottles are full, ready to use
Maybe I’ll take them, escape this abuse
It’d be so easy to lie down and sleepForget the world, fall deep deep deep
Down under, into a different place
Where my illness could give me space
About the Creator
Lorah Catherine
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I don't like writing about the same thing everyday.
I don't like reading about the same topics everyday.
Stay tuned for some 'different' perspectives on my strange worldview.
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