Bipolar Poems
#bipolar
Bipolar poems, poetry about the mental illness bipolar, or manic depression, characterized by both manic and depressive episodes. Poems about bipolar, a glimpse into the struggle of living with the mood swings and challenges presented by this mental health condition.
Medication
Scribbling and fiddling, can't control my twitching
The meds don't work, the thoughts are still itching
Music is the remedy, the cure for the pain
Creating melodies, the voice that keeps me sane
Sykotherapy, the addiction that I need
Without it, the demon inside starts to feed
Just give me my medication
I need my music to soothe my sensation
Two days without it, my head is aching
Music deprivation, no drug better tasting
People say I need a break, the noise is too loud
But they don't understand, it's my only shroud...
The meds don't work, the thoughts are still itching
Music is the remedy, the cure for the pain
Creating melodies, the voice that keeps me sane
Sykotherapy, the addiction that I need
Without it, the demon inside starts to feed
Just give me my medication
I need my music to soothe my sensation
Two days without it, my head is aching
Music deprivation, no drug better tasting
People say I need a break, the noise is too loud
But they don't understand, it's my only shroud...
#dark
#bipolar
#scary
#MentalHealth
#horror
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Screaming Under Water
She stopped hoping
Someone would hear
Her desperate screams under water
The poems
She hoped to make
Preparing for Her escape
Life slowed down
Desperately trying to crawl
Being held back by it all
Giving up
Giving in
Never seemed so right
Someone would hear
Her desperate screams under water
The poems
She hoped to make
Preparing for Her escape
Life slowed down
Desperately trying to crawl
Being held back by it all
Giving up
Giving in
Never seemed so right
#depression
#dark
#death #bipolar
#death #bipolar
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Despair
Don’t be fooled by Her pretty pout
There’s a disconnect between mind and mouth
When all Her good intentions end up going south
And words get dried up in the drought
Her soul calm, she can’t remember when
She can’t believe it’s happening again
The empty workings of Her pen
This is how it’s always been
Separated from the world through invisible glass
Reality slipping fast
Reliving desperate scenes of Her past
She dreams of the pain ending at last
Forgetting the subtleties of Her art
She’s falling apart ...
There’s a disconnect between mind and mouth
When all Her good intentions end up going south
And words get dried up in the drought
Her soul calm, she can’t remember when
She can’t believe it’s happening again
The empty workings of Her pen
This is how it’s always been
Separated from the world through invisible glass
Reality slipping fast
Reliving desperate scenes of Her past
She dreams of the pain ending at last
Forgetting the subtleties of Her art
She’s falling apart ...
#dark
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
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Voices In My Head
I Got Out Of Bead With Voices In My Head.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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In the Ward
you're the secret
shown to all
but so easily dismissed
you're my secret poison
flowing into my soul
feeding the lust to sin
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of God is smack
beyond twisted
completely dismembered
the hand that feeds
is the one that bleeds
we crave the cup
second to the needle
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of...
shown to all
but so easily dismissed
you're my secret poison
flowing into my soul
feeding the lust to sin
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of God is smack
beyond twisted
completely dismembered
the hand that feeds
is the one that bleeds
we crave the cup
second to the needle
here, bondage is just a way of life
here, we're kept from the sunlight
here, walls can talk back
here, the name of...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #PTSD
#MentalHealth #PTSD
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Results May Vary
Memories pulse like an unstable current
Thoughts spiral and collapse out of my skull
Emotions collide with words and spit themselves out
And I'm left choking with regret
All the reasons spin and twist into excuses for desire
Can't grow a thing without tilling the soil first
Can't grow out of the old clothes, if you never stand up straight
The world looks different when I can look you in the eye
Appetite for destruction, but you never leave the house
It's getting hard to hide and now they don't ask questions
Clipping the capsules,...
Thoughts spiral and collapse out of my skull
Emotions collide with words and spit themselves out
And I'm left choking with regret
All the reasons spin and twist into excuses for desire
Can't grow a thing without tilling the soil first
Can't grow out of the old clothes, if you never stand up straight
The world looks different when I can look you in the eye
Appetite for destruction, but you never leave the house
It's getting hard to hide and now they don't ask questions
Clipping the capsules,...
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Demons
Pick up the pieces
And throw them away
(There, you're together again)
I didn't lose you
You shed off of me
Bitter and sweet
Watch what you say
I never needed you
Just a reason to leave
What if I told you
I'm the price you pay
What if I told you
Now you're better off
It never ceases to be true
Just the beauty of me and you
A blessing and a curse
Fucking good luck Chuck
They say, in the eye of the beholder
Wrong time, right place
Always seemed stuck
They're moving on
I'm only...
And throw them away
(There, you're together again)
I didn't lose you
You shed off of me
Bitter and sweet
Watch what you say
I never needed you
Just a reason to leave
What if I told you
I'm the price you pay
What if I told you
Now you're better off
It never ceases to be true
Just the beauty of me and you
A blessing and a curse
Fucking good luck Chuck
They say, in the eye of the beholder
Wrong time, right place
Always seemed stuck
They're moving on
I'm only...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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manic
my skin is not a liar, i’d climb out if i could
to see the world without its infrared filter.
just as wallpaper exposes its hiddenness in a peeling fashion
it needs a little help at tearing..
perhaps that’s why i can’t escape this mind
of mine.
i won’t go back, i promise
just use your hands
and make a bloody mess
of my heart.
to see the world without its infrared filter.
just as wallpaper exposes its hiddenness in a peeling fashion
it needs a little help at tearing..
perhaps that’s why i can’t escape this mind
of mine.
i won’t go back, i promise
just use your hands
and make a bloody mess
of my heart.
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
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Bipolar
I dine on despair, feed me your wounds
I defile the course of your mind
The candles drip hot
Where repentance is wrought
The framework of the confined
Shovel away this merciless day
Which holds a man to his scheme
Questions have arisen
About this path we have written
Does your ego balk at this dream?
As I flit around, my head can't be found
For it's mesmerized by the decay
I harvest within
The vociferous din
Of the voices spreading dismay
Ideation is laced where clarity lay waste
And it...
I defile the course of your mind
The candles drip hot
Where repentance is wrought
The framework of the confined
Shovel away this merciless day
Which holds a man to his scheme
Questions have arisen
About this path we have written
Does your ego balk at this dream?
As I flit around, my head can't be found
For it's mesmerized by the decay
I harvest within
The vociferous din
Of the voices spreading dismay
Ideation is laced where clarity lay waste
And it...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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the girl from Cherbourg
A girl in Cherbourg
We sat in a bar in Cherbourg a town still struggling after a war
to become just another French coastal town
Sitting with mates from the ship can be tedious, and if you
happen to be a cook, someone is bound to voice a complaint
I went for a walk, in the streets, with few lamps if one adds rain
it was a road suffering after a long war.
In the murk, a place of light, a small café/shop, a few tables
looked inviting in its simplicity; I had coffee and calvados.
A filly came prancing in, tall with long legs, full of youth ...
We sat in a bar in Cherbourg a town still struggling after a war
to become just another French coastal town
Sitting with mates from the ship can be tedious, and if you
happen to be a cook, someone is bound to voice a complaint
I went for a walk, in the streets, with few lamps if one adds rain
it was a road suffering after a long war.
In the murk, a place of light, a small café/shop, a few tables
looked inviting in its simplicity; I had coffee and calvados.
A filly came prancing in, tall with long legs, full of youth ...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#addiction
#apathy
#Autism
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Position of credibility
On uncommon grounds we stood face to face with our desires
Against my judgment we were inseparable & the pattern became habitual
Even in the glass I saw beauty with my vision locked & made the move
Shell shocked by the physical I cared less of the long term affect I seen coming
Split the emotional ties with nothing good to give options were given but limited
No fan of neither you introduce your own choice & I became deaf
In the beginning your words were credible & never questioned
Then you...
Against my judgment we were inseparable & the pattern became habitual
Even in the glass I saw beauty with my vision locked & made the move
Shell shocked by the physical I cared less of the long term affect I seen coming
Split the emotional ties with nothing good to give options were given but limited
No fan of neither you introduce your own choice & I became deaf
In the beginning your words were credible & never questioned
Then you...
#power
#bipolar
#gratitude #tolerance
#gratitude #tolerance
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rainbows in the night
climb through, the widow is open..
you bring a storm with you
it turns to gray: my room, these walls
seems it’s true, we don’t like it here
when clouds look over us
and my shadow runs from me
it doesn’t like your cursed company
.. yeah
we claw at skin
we break from within
and it shows
in black and blue
my mirror sees it
..and like a god
it just knows..
..my biggest tormentor, is what’s held inside.
yeah, it’s dark in here
but stay near
and let it settle.. ...
you bring a storm with you
it turns to gray: my room, these walls
seems it’s true, we don’t like it here
when clouds look over us
and my shadow runs from me
it doesn’t like your cursed company
.. yeah
we claw at skin
we break from within
and it shows
in black and blue
my mirror sees it
..and like a god
it just knows..
..my biggest tormentor, is what’s held inside.
yeah, it’s dark in here
but stay near
and let it settle.. ...
#depression
#loneliness
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#rainbow
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