Bipolar
I don’t understand…
Anything
I ask for the truth
I crave for the truth
But once I get it I’m…
Broken,
Torn up, shredded, shattered
Crushed
I don’t understand it much myself
I just don’t know how
These thoughts, feelings,
Reactions
It’s like two waves crashing into one another
The water can’t decide which way to follow
So it breaks in every which way possible
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