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I wrote this poem when I was 14 or 15. I didn't know that I was bipolar at that time but looking back and reading this, I think that even then it was fairly clear.
Insomnia
I stay up late at night thinking,
Everything seems to be sinking,
I feel as if I am crossing the river Styx,
I wish I were only six,
I feel as if the sky will turn black soon,
Oh my god I'm turning into a crazy loon,
Crazy thoughts run through my little head,
As I toss and turn in my little bed,
Everything seems to be going so wrong,
Why does life seem so damned long,
Everyday seems to go so slow,
Why can't I just go?
I say I don't want to cry,
I know it's a lie.
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Posted by cholwuttle on 2008-05-06 00:00:41 | Rating: n/a | Views: 45
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