bipolarschizophrenia
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Clouds roll in
As darkness falls
electricity dances over my skin
And the voice in the void calls
I scream out to reach you
Dear Father,
I never meant to bother,
But I couldn't help but notice the piercing holler.
I never meant to bother,
But I couldn't help but notice you weren't acting proper.
I never meant to bother,
At a crawfish boil I cannot fully make peace
With myself because I have frequent flashbacks
Of spring break in April of 2005 when I waited for my big
Sister Tori in that red and yellow sunset
For 3 days straight
