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bipolar
Bipolar disorder, yea I have that
Getting mad... yea it's become a bad habit
Cause the lows are a drug and I'm an addict
So when I need a fix I take the happiness and clench it in my fist and have at it
I'm tired of hearing that's sad or tragic
Cause it's a fact of life it's kinda my black magic
When I go to bed a void replaces the mattress
The dreams become nightmares ignited by the sadness like matches
I used to tie rope around my veins cause it was the only time I didn't feel pain
I used to hate the sun and invite the rain
I used to clench my fists so hard that blood would escape the veins
It's as if the pain was a game I was always willing to play
I don't understand why I get mad I just do
I knew someone who made me ok but those days are over due
I see things that others look past
I see the faces on some as they hurry to class
As if avoiding a clash with the ones on top of the pack
I'm not as talkative cause I tend to observe
The false ideas sunk into the heads telling them, "this is a beautiful world"
But to me the rainbows are easily turned into smokey skies
The medows are ravished with battle cries
As one side of me loses to the other and dies.
But there is an equalibrium to me
The lyrics I listen to always have meaning
The bands I enjoy are not nonsensical screaming
You just don't like them cause they hand out the truth but you don't want to be believing.
I'm bipolar and anger doesn't need a reason
This is for all those diagnosed with bipolar disorder. This isn't a disorder its our way of healing. We are like this because people chose to mislead us so now we lead ourselves. We are not weak we are powerful beyond measure and that's why they dope us up on all these pills. Simply to control us.
