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amidst the darkness of the quiet night

you search the abyss for some sort of light

yeilding to the pain enveloping itself in your heart

there is a hole in your skin where you got hit with a dart

voices drum in your head singing kareoke and debating

fluids swimming and inside of you they are sedating

swinging from tree to tree your moods keep changing

there is nothing that you can do while they are rearranging

your emotions cornered you and kept you captive

and nothing in you seems to be really adaptive

hyperness went into your soul and entered as a ghost

depression took over your brain and was the host

your emotions and moods are having a party that you weren't invited to

you are lost in the wilderness of the woods where they last left you

you howl in pain hurting and waiting to tell those voices to shut their fucking mouths

your brain screams out to you it is put on repeat whispering to you it just wants out

face to face staring eye to eye with bipolar disorder

waiting for someone to call this meeting to order

the words you wanted to say dried up like grapes dry to raisins now

you want to defeat this enemy that has stolden everything you are but don't know how

so you say bipolar disorder or manic depression whatever the hell is your name

I am fucking messed up and and hurting all the time and you are to blame

I've been waiting so long to say these words to the one who is responsible for all this

all I have to say is fuck you, fuck the mood swings , fuck the voices, fuck all of this shit

you will never know what it is like to wake up every morning and have to face every day

never knowing what I'll be like, what I will do, what I will want, what I will say

it's like the ups and downs, turns and curves every time I look around, like a rollercoaster

this monster inside, the tears I have cried, pain I can't hide, what it's like to be bipolar