The Storm Inside My Brain

by Indy_Elite

December 3, 2014

My Brain is boundless

It's easy to get lost there.

My Thoughts are an endless storm

It's effortless to see unclear.

My Emotions wax and wane like waves

I wonder which it'll be today?

The Masses are unbeknown to what's brewing

I'm imploding, I wonder if the supernova will have influence?

Outwardly gifted only means the inside is cursed.

The thoughts get so loud, my brain starts to hurt.

So I drink to quiet the storm, praying the next sip will work.

With the waning of the waves comes back the pain.

So I get so damn high that I lose touch with sane.

When I finally come down, it's back to the masses and my brain.

So I become cold and numb, hoping I'll feel nothing.

But boundless is inescapable, and the cycle starts again.

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Indy_EliteDec 6, 2014

<p>I wrote this on my way down from a manic episode after I got a refill on my meds. It's probably the realest thing I ever wrote. I just hope it gives a glimpse of me and what it's like living with my mood disorder :] :) :| :/ :(</p>