Bipolar

Bi-Polar Insomnia

How to fill the silence?

The empty ache inside?

The world is an illusion,

Thoughts of suicide,

Talking to oblivion,

Screaming in the void,

I'm not even real,

but I'm paranoid,

No one can hear me,

bleeding in the night,

Alone in the darkness,

but blinded by light,

Death stalks beside me,

but that's not my fear,

It's that no one will answer,

the fall of my tear,

Emptiness filled with pain,

Why can't you feel it?

Here's my broken mind,

Won't you please heal it?

Someone release me,

from this endless torment,

"What did I do to deserve this?"

is my dying lament,

Sucking wound in my heart,

and splinters in my mind,

My spirit is gasping,

as I leave reality behind,

I'm frozen inside,

Nothing is what it seems,

My darkness, dear reader,

is deeper than your dreams,

"I'm falling, catch me,"

but there's no one to hear,

In the ringing emptiness,

we all just disappear,

And I'm alone now,

with only my imaginary friends,

to talk me out of my madness,

That's where this should end,

But it keeps spinning in chaos,

between control and sweltering rage,

Confused mind, torn heart,

I break myself against my fetid cage,

I don't know where I'm going,

or where I have been,

But I'm always alone,

even in a crowd of friends,

I am one of the walking dead,

I wasted away from frigid grief,

On my tombstone, "Here lies one,

who believed in belief,"

My body lives but has no spirit,

There's a thirteen in my soul,

They shattered me when I was born,

And I have never been whole,

My darkness is a mantle,

which I use to shroud me,

Covering the true spectre,

of what people might see,

The void filled with evil

dripping with blood,

Hear the harpy's shriek silently,

Feel the choke of the flood.

They don't understand,

I'm so tired of the fight,

Spiraling in desolate darkness,

I just want to sleep at night,

I lost myself somewhere,

but I can hear me cry,

Let me scream, let me out,

let me go ahead and die.

I can't stand this silence,

so I think I'll sing for a while

but my heart is still festering,

and I taste the bitterness of bile,

Sleep and I are still strangers,

I hate nights that never end,

Nothing holds back the madness,

Like the presence of a friend,

My memories are scars,

as I contemplate eternity,

But the moon is setting,

and I've got to break free,

Dark thoughts still dart like fishes,

They're never really gone anyhow,

But someone should be up soon,

and I think I'm back for now.

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