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It's Not About The Trinity Of Me
How sweet and precious is life if I don’t want to have long to live?
How can I provide love to myself if I don’t want to have any to give?
Sometimes I just want to cover my head and never look at light again.
Because of my emotional stability, I am not a person on whom someone can depend.
Every second, every moment of the day.
I try to figure out how to disappear so that I could go away.
It’s so easy for someone to tell me to enjoy my life.
But they don’t understand my everyday strife.
Constant thoughts of should I live? Is dying the way to go?
The never-ending struggle that no one will ever understand or even know.
I’m not being selfish. It’s not about the trinity of me.
It’s about my reality.
The emotional pain that I have to face.
Never being the champion of my own race.
It’s not a cold, it just can’t go away.
This is something that will be forever in my life to stay.
All of the medication adjustments I have to experience.
Not having a cure for this doesn’t make any sense.
When bipolar takes over, you are paralyzed with no emotional control.
With every high and low it really takes a toll.
Your not the same when you come down.
Each time I find me picking myself up off the ground.
Some people laugh because they can’t process how I feel.
But this disorder is the real deal.
My heart goes out to my brothers and sisters who shares this fight.
May you be strong and your thoughts remain clear enough to make it through another night.