Bipolar

Falling down my cheeks are big fat tears.

All the anguish within my heart,

Is leaking from my eyes.

I Cried despairing my emotions are plain.

To see

Yet they are not even acknowledged.

My moods are elicited, mess of indecision and anxiety concealed.

By a single mask of indifference,

No one seems to care,

Or take the time to know me,

I am adrift in an ocean of fears.

Battling with tides and currents

I have always been fiercely stricken with this affliction.

Doctors have given it labels.

But it is not so neatly labeled and packaged.

My mental health

Is not some random label.

No pills have helped me.

Talking about it won’t make it go away.

Bipolar is here to stay.

Please understand having a mental illness

Is not fun.

It isn’t cool.

And no one understands me and the personal hell.

I have endured all the adversity and stigma of it.

Yet I wake and fight fiercely to make my way.

Through the long darkness

That is thrust.

Upon me

I pray for strength.

And promise to personally forgive all whom betray,

Sorrows Of Lost Tomorrow’s

I am alone, without a voice or vision

I have great sorrows and greater regret in all the missed tomorrows.

Yesterday’s pasts repeat themselves with awful images running through my head.

Clouds blur my eyes,

And I don’t feel well,

my hearts in anguish dark on the round my tears tumble down from above,

Falling

On the ground there isn’t

A thousand new tears.

I have never seen such griefs.

my heart has shattered.

Into a thousand tiny shards of sapphire blue diamond

Cloaked in ruby red stained tears shredded of all my life’s blissful dreams and the hopes of all the days,
Dark midnight blue of storms immense,

In my own eyes