Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
"Are you okay?"
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
"What are you doing?"
They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
Please save me.
Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
... "I don't know."
PTSD rantYou don't understandPTSD rant6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Its not that day that torments me
Not the most
Its every day since then
Watching as i destroy myself
And everyone else around me
What the hell is wrong with me?
I remember so clearly
Hunched over on that white tile
Screaming through the tears
"HELP ME! WHY WONT YOU HELP ME?! PLEASE, I FEEL SO SICK, HELP ME STOP THIS"
Forcing them to help in my downfall
Because it felt so much better to be empty, right?
So much better to be empty, than to be filled with this grotesque sickness
It took me so long to figure out what was wrong with me
What i was
It took so many doctors appointments
So many therapists
Just to figure out, it wasn't my body that was sick
It was my mind
I've pushed everyone away
And i keep lying to them all
And i don't know how much longer i can keep it up
I just wish i could forget
Thats all i want