Time
Let me hook up my heart to your year and let my tears be your morphine.
Cause maybe it’s easier for you to slip away. Than say. “Goodbye.”
BiPolar Bear
Sometimes I hate having Bipolar. There are times when who you are is sucked away from you and replaced with this vileness no even a pig would spit. You become angry at every little thing doubt and hate friends, family, yourself.
The sun is ripped out the sky and replaced with dark hale filled nights. No joy can come of you. Everything seems as if conspiring against you. Whether it true or not.
You feel you can’t talk to anyone even those close cause its too repetitive a problem and they (to your decrepid mind) already hate you so why throw fuel on the fire. Better to be isolated isn’t it? - that doesn’t even come close while every second your mind repeatedly tells you how much of a C**t you are.
Build a cast around your own broken heart. And sign it “they were wrong”… And if you don’t see the good in yourself get a better mirror and look a little closer
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| — | Shane Koyczan |
Never feel ugly
‘In sight of you a mirror would draw back into the sand it once was. Because it knows it could never do true justice it could never reflect the trueness your beauty
