Maybe...Just Maybe

Bipolar Disorder
                                 Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Depresssion
                                   Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Self Esteem
Why does all of this have to happen to me?
They say all girls say they're ugly
They say everyone gets sad.
But they DON'T KNOW.
In my world, all is cold.
Looking in the mirror
brings more than tears.
Being alone
makes my heart want to turn to stone
This pain...
it runs through my veins
like ice
and its more than being stuck in its vice
maybe....just maybe...I don't have anything to get better from
Maybe I don't have disorders....none!
But then maybe again
I am sick
With the last vein I knicked
with that blade
Maybe my fears have yet to be slayed
Maybe I'm wrong?!
Maybe...dying inside...
has just been going on too long
Maybe it will be hard...
And I have been given shitty cards
BUT maybe...just maybe...there's a way
Maybe one day...I'll have more than sad things to say