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Bipolar Episode



I feel like I'm buried,

Under a stack of heavy bricks.

As I struggle to get myself out,

People try to hit me with sticks.



I want to cry, I want to scream,

Dear God, I want to die.

I just want to be left alone,

Don't bother me, and don't ask why.



I have better things to do,

Than answering ridiculous questions.

I'd rather wallow in my pool of self pity,

Or just lose the battle against my emotions.



When I'm feeling like this,

I just want to be left alone.

Don't come over here and cheer me up,

Don't call me on the phone.



Don't send me those stupid emails,

Saying "I wuv woo this much!",

It's hard for me to stomach,

All that sappy crap and such.



Maybe I just want to have someone love me,

And not just say that they do.

I want to feel like a million bucks,

Instead of feeling so sad and blue.