Poems About Bipolar Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about bipolar seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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Pretend
My umbrella shields the rain,
my bandaid hides my pain,
the mask hides my expressions,
the pills shield my aggression.
My umbrella broke,
my bandaids soaked,
the mask cracked,
the pills back-lashed,
and once again I am insane.
my bandaid hides my pain,
the mask hides my expressions,
the pills shield my aggression.
My umbrella broke,
my bandaids soaked,
the mask cracked,
the pills back-lashed,
and once again I am insane.
#bipolar
#LifeStruggles
#meditation #MentalHealth
#meditation #MentalHealth
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The Black Pond
Trapped from the start
She tried to reach for the stars
When she was held behind the bars
Hoping to see a glimpse of the sparks
With a flick of her wand
She stumbled across the pond
Wondering what was lurking
Underneath the motionless surface
She was so intrigued as it spoke
And made shapes in different sizes
After revealing its secrets
It sunk back into the darkness
The pond gently lured her in
To see the great mysteries
Beyond her imagination
Along with the greatest transformations
She tried to reach for the stars
When she was held behind the bars
Hoping to see a glimpse of the sparks
With a flick of her wand
She stumbled across the pond
Wondering what was lurking
Underneath the motionless surface
She was so intrigued as it spoke
And made shapes in different sizes
After revealing its secrets
It sunk back into the darkness
The pond gently lured her in
To see the great mysteries
Beyond her imagination
Along with the greatest transformations
#bipolar
#confusion
#illness
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
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Infection
Infection runs cold in the bloodstream
Depleting
Destroying
Devouring
Deleting
My sense of self
Till there's nothing left
Depleting
Destroying
Devouring
Deleting
My sense of self
Till there's nothing left
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#despair
#MentalHealth
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Disconnected
Feeling disconnected
Friends and family
Sometimes seem robotic
Stare into my mother's face
Until it's unrecognizable
Is this what madness is like
It's an unacceptable
And insane thought
Where am I
God help me
Bring me home
Friends and family
Sometimes seem robotic
Stare into my mother's face
Until it's unrecognizable
Is this what madness is like
It's an unacceptable
And insane thought
Where am I
God help me
Bring me home
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#fear
#MentalHealth
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Insides (Outsides)
I feel hollowed out,
Like if I could see inside myself I’d see a tangle of veins and bones left behind.
I once got a cut on my face,
From mouth to ear.
It was deep enough in some places I could see the inside of my mouth from the outside.
I remember the blood running down my throat,
Putting my shaking hands to the wound and feeling nothing.
I was stitched up at the hospital,
They didn’t let me look at my face afterward.
I hardly remember what it looked like now,
But the sensation of seeing my insides from the outside, ...
Like if I could see inside myself I’d see a tangle of veins and bones left behind.
I once got a cut on my face,
From mouth to ear.
It was deep enough in some places I could see the inside of my mouth from the outside.
I remember the blood running down my throat,
Putting my shaking hands to the wound and feeling nothing.
I was stitched up at the hospital,
They didn’t let me look at my face afterward.
I hardly remember what it looked like now,
But the sensation of seeing my insides from the outside, ...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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bittersweet memories (Paula)

#bipolar
#dark
#ForbiddenLove
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
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Broken
In the movie,
the villain says
the broken are the beautiful.
I was born broken,
at least, I don't remember being
anything but
--damaged, missing parts
that all the others
seemed to have.
Always saying the wrong thing,
doing the wrong thing,
committing the unforgivable sins
of overwhelming intensity
and feeling too much.
But it's quiet tonight.
The dog chews on her bone
beside me on the bed.
I'm completely alone,
but strangely,
it doesn't hurt
to be...
the villain says
the broken are the beautiful.
I was born broken,
at least, I don't remember being
anything but
--damaged, missing parts
that all the others
seemed to have.
Always saying the wrong thing,
doing the wrong thing,
committing the unforgivable sins
of overwhelming intensity
and feeling too much.
But it's quiet tonight.
The dog chews on her bone
beside me on the bed.
I'm completely alone,
but strangely,
it doesn't hurt
to be...
#bipolar
#depression
#loneliness
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Pictures of Childhood Part 4

#abuse
#bipolar
#childhood
#depression
#memories
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Writing a Poem on My Phone
6 am. Clouds
swallow the sun, the room
floods in darkness.
I will have the best day
I am capable of.
Yesterday
I shook and
sobbed my grief, then
went about my day.
The morning is a medicated haze.
Pain still pokes its head
through the fog.
I scratch a sore
and make it bleed,
remember the flashing red spots
of the ambulance,
the darkly chalky taste
of charcoal.
I can't cover up the holes
that lead to the sight
of bone and marrow.
...
swallow the sun, the room
floods in darkness.
I will have the best day
I am capable of.
Yesterday
I shook and
sobbed my grief, then
went about my day.
The morning is a medicated haze.
Pain still pokes its head
through the fog.
I scratch a sore
and make it bleed,
remember the flashing red spots
of the ambulance,
the darkly chalky taste
of charcoal.
I can't cover up the holes
that lead to the sight
of bone and marrow.
...
#bipolar
#depression
#sadness #suicide
#sadness #suicide
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Thoughts on a Saturday Morning
I sit on the porch at 5 am
brewed too-strong caramel pecan coffee
too much cream and sugar
like I prefer it
it's quiet but cars on their way to work
are already disrupting this
I am
a bizarre surge of energy
the caffeine exacerbates
I want to write a poem
shower and put on a long floral dress
do my makeup with utter precision
and feel utterly beautiful
though I am anything but
walk swiftly to the edge of the property
where the sprawling oak meets the country road...
brewed too-strong caramel pecan coffee
too much cream and sugar
like I prefer it
it's quiet but cars on their way to work
are already disrupting this
I am
a bizarre surge of energy
the caffeine exacerbates
I want to write a poem
shower and put on a long floral dress
do my makeup with utter precision
and feel utterly beautiful
though I am anything but
walk swiftly to the edge of the property
where the sprawling oak meets the country road...
#bipolar
#identity
#passion
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the rodent
the years of the rodents
The rats made it to the top of the 14-floor apartment building,
but since no human had yet to move in, there was no food
the rats jumped off the building.
The surviving vermin found their way to Brussels, occupying
all levels of power at the EU headquarters.
Pests have one track mind, unable to see the consequence
of their action, like sawing off the bough, they sit on
closing down of coal mines and nuclear plants in favor of
solar panels and windmills and getting gas
from a country, they have nothing but...
The rats made it to the top of the 14-floor apartment building,
but since no human had yet to move in, there was no food
the rats jumped off the building.
The surviving vermin found their way to Brussels, occupying
all levels of power at the EU headquarters.
Pests have one track mind, unable to see the consequence
of their action, like sawing off the bough, they sit on
closing down of coal mines and nuclear plants in favor of
solar panels and windmills and getting gas
from a country, they have nothing but...
#bipolar
#addiction
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Sleep, come
Sleep, come
Quiet this raging mind
Tossed among the waves
A broken sail in an unforgiving sea
Sleep, come
Send me back to younger years
When a barefoot trodden child
Roamed blind but blissfully free
Sleep, come
Wrap your loving arms around
A broken shell smashed upon the rocks
And wash me out into the deep
Sleep, come
Carry me to saddened shores
Where I can cry myself to you
And everyone just lets me be
Quiet this raging mind
Tossed among the waves
A broken sail in an unforgiving sea
Sleep, come
Send me back to younger years
When a barefoot trodden child
Roamed blind but blissfully free
Sleep, come
Wrap your loving arms around
A broken shell smashed upon the rocks
And wash me out into the deep
Sleep, come
Carry me to saddened shores
Where I can cry myself to you
And everyone just lets me be
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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