The racing thought, and the
Changing moods
The pain, and the cutting
It's not my fault, I don't choose
The costant thinking
Why me?
I dont matter, I'm nothing
It's uncontrolable can't you see
But I'm happy sometimes
I'm the most Important person alive
But thats what I'm programed to think
If I want to survive
I'm not incontrol,
And yet I do what I think
And I could kill myself easily
Without a second blink
So can you guess the symptoms
They are getting worse and worse
It's not my fault, I don't choose
Co's Bipolar is a curse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This is great, i know exactly how you feel. I can relate :)