bipolar honestly

dante's inferno has got nothing on meI've spent time in the psych wardsa forever in therapyso many drugsand none of them can cure methe vivid images I seeand the voice I don't ownare my friends and my enemiesotherwise I am mostly alonetoo overwhelmed with emotionswith a mind too tired to sleepengaging in dark thoughtsthat claw and creepthoughts of wanting deaththough I don't wish to diemy genetics be damnedin destroying my mind! 

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