my mind is a bully

i cry

and scream

whenever i come crashing down

from my high.

it’s the disorder-

the disease-

that pushes me

taunts me

backs me up into a corner

until one day

i’ll crash down

so hard

i’ll end up a corpse

because that’s exactly what my mind wants.

it’s fucking sick,

i hate the mocking

and the teetering off the edge

and i don’t know

if i’ll ever be able to reach that day

where i can give a big  fuck you

to the demons that have been possessing my mind

and infecting my brain.

the demons will probably be the ones laughing

as they lower me into my grave