B is for Bipolar
My love goes out to those in need.
Having bipolar is a lot like having many drugs on extended release inside your brain
Weed is for when I’m walking in circles in my living room, unsure of what I’m doing, because I keep forgetting
Heroin is for how many times I haven’t showered, or cleaned my room, because I was wallowing in my own emptiness
Adderall is for the anxiety that I get at 6 am when I realize I haven’t gone to sleep yet and my alarm wont stop screaming
Meth is for when work is so mundane I feel like I'm going to burst, because I'd rather be in Europe getting tattoos on my forehead while riding a roller coaster with my boss, instead of “managing my performance”
Syrup is for sadness that sulks in every corner, even when im happy, like a sorry shadow that wants to watch me crash
Cocaine is for the part before the crash, the blackout, the parts of my life I cant recall, though I vividly should... The controlling and overwhelming euphoric high that I hardly get to taste...
Bipolar is for the days I spend, back and forth, bargaining my own emotions.
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Skylar Dawn
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