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Today, I'm Not Well

Spoken Word Poetry About Bipolar Disorder

By Lorah CatherinePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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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

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Lorah Catherine

Tweet me PLEASE: @LCwritesthings

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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