The Storm Inside My Brain

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My Brain is boundless

It's easy to get lost there.

My Thoughts are an endless storm

It's effortless to see unclear.

My Emotions wax and wane like waves

I wonder which it'll be today?

The Masses are unbeknown to what's brewing

I'm imploding, I wonder if the supernova will have influence?

Outwardly gifted only means the inside is cursed.

The thoughts get so loud, my brain starts to hurt.

So I drink to quiet the storm, praying the next sip will work.

With the waning of the waves comes back the pain.

So I get so damn high that I lose touch with sane.

When I finally come down, it's back to the masses and my brain.

So I become cold and numb, hoping I'll feel nothing.

But boundless is inescapable, and the cycle starts again.

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Indy_Elite

9 years ago

I wrote this on my way down from a manic episode after I got a refill on my meds. It's probably the realest thing I ever wrote. I just hope it gives a glimpse of me and what it's like living with my mood disorder :] :) :| :/ :(

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