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.
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