Every re occurring thought.
Every night, before I fall asleep.
When my mind is racing.
I go over my whole day.
I smile, I frown.
Some good days, some bad days.
Today.
Today was just a big mixture.
Like a roller coaster.
It’s going all over the place.
Big hills, little hills, fast turns, slow turns, big jumps, little jumps, upside down turns..
It’s a thrill to be in this life.
My day to day life is a roller coaster.
My Bi-polar disorder, is like a roller coaster.
I need to get off this roller coaster.
I’m sick.
This roller coaster life, made me sick.
And it seems as if I can’t get any better.
Why?
Can’t I get off this crazy ride?
I’m sick.
I’m sick and I’m dying.
Let me off..
3 comments
hey there, rhea! hold on, dear.
though things seem bleak, and this ride seems to self veer.
what do you see when you look in the mirror?
the depression is manic, the pain is sheer.
you may wonder what you must do to get out of here.
suicide is not the option, that’s definitely clear.
with life, each new day is an opportunity to steer,
so i say unto you, hold on, dear.
i dont know why i instinctively just wrote a poem to a stranger, but I DID. WHADDUPTHEN CUH?
btw i’m here if you wanna chat about it. life’s a rollercoaster for me too.
Can I ask why u feel this way ?