Addictive Personality

I can't do this I need some way to cope

so I slice my skin and hope, cope,hope

parents walk in, witness my shame

66 cuts in a few minutes seems lame

rush to the hospital I really need help

"destructive behavior will never help"

clean bill of health they say I'm whole again

release me to the wild to commit no more sins

 

I can't do this there is no hope

better leave a note so my family can cope

come up with a plan, imagine the scene

I hope my family won't think less of me

crack under pressure, i cry and he knows

"Bipolar disorder deals out extreme lows"

try all the pills not a single one helps

cut myself so deep I yelp

rush to the hospital, she really needs therapy

but in that room i feel all they do is stare at me

 

if I lose weight I'll be happy again

"negative body image, a secret between friends"

once again they say I'm good to go home

not even my room feels as if it's my own

take lots of pills 2 times a day

I don't want to live like this day to day

 

coping won't work I'm so very scared

if he never comes home again...god i am scared

"Bipolar patients often experience extreme paranoia

depression is back but i expected it sorta

panic attacks are the new daily thing

often i feel crippling social anxiety

keep to myself, let life pass me by

but I know I'll regreat it when It's time to say bye

the panic can't stay I need it to stop

I begin to examine the drugs in the shop

maybe tomorrow but just not today

walk away feeling proud, I'm clean for the day.

This poem is about: 
Me

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