Bipolar (Bipolar I)

My heart and head are on drugs and an all-natural drug and it must be that I stay up all day and night and pull hair out of my head as My creativity keeps me up. My paintings are magical and this sculpture is deity! No time to sleep. Sleep is for the weak. The weak and lifeless who need energy. I have to accept that I’m just on top of the world this week because Someone as awesome as me has no need for sleep, Only need time, time for creativity. This is me. Two weeks later. Down in the dumps, bottom of the barrel. Suicidal. All I can achieve is sleep. No interest for fun. No interest for people. I lay here lifeless. Under the dining room table. On the cold tile. It hurts. My head, my heart. Broken in bits. No real reason. I’ll just cry. Sleep and cry and lay here, Until mania Possesses my body. I’ll just lay here….