Jun 25, 2017
Stability Lacking
Nobody seems to care anymore I live in this shell that used to be me Nobody seems to notice I’m torn Blood dripping from where my heart used to be
Medication and Manic Depression are my emotions Both slide down my throat and anger my stomach I don’t feel passion, happiness, or devotion I either feel numb or the darkness comes back
Self-Sabotage has become my mission Learning to destroy the good parts of me Like my humor, my smarts, my ambition I know this isn’t the way humans should be
Walking and talking, my facade of normal When I’m not, dead and full of turmoil.