Friday, December 21, 2012

Bipolar (my original poem)


Don't look back,
you wont like what you see.

One day high.
One day low. 
No mix in between.

I wish it was gone.
I wish it was here.

I will crash, lash, do what I need.

I will kill.
I will spill.
I will become mentally ill.

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