bipolar honestly
dante's inferno has got nothing on me
I've spent time in the psych wards
a forever in therapy
so many drugs
and none of them can cure me
the vivid images I see
and the voice I don't own
are my friends and my enemies
otherwise I am mostly alone
too overwhelmed with emotions
with a mind too tired to sleep
engaging in dark thoughts
that claw and creep
thoughts of wanting death
though I don't wish to die
my genetics be damned
in destroying my mind!
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