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My bipolar disorder is out of control
Like a baby crying uncontrollable at night.
From all the stories I've heard from victims,
I do know that I deserve to be admitted.

Thoughts of the worst cases scenarios scatter
Like the glass of my mind being broken.
I'm definitely not crazy or insane,
But I am a sinner full of misery and regrets.

My skin is damaged by my own hands,
Scratching through them for sadistic pain.
The pain I inflict upon myself is my punishment;
A punishment for all the sins I've caused before.

Everyone knows that I'm a bitch with many issues,
But why haven't they dragged me to a mental hospital?
Don't they want words within to be silenced?
How will they rest if they don't get attacked by my moods?

I truly deserve to be in a mental hospital,
But why doesn't anybody do it for their own good?
So much has been lost from me
Just for the sins I've caused and the regrets I have.

Fear, paranoia, emotional distress, regrets...
Anger, sadness, sadism, lust, selfishness...
Pleasure, skepticism, distrust, pain, mood swings, depression...
I am a sinner that deserves more punishments.