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Bipolar
By Starshine
Alone, I'm not beautiful,
I turn myself sweaty between dry sheets
in bipolar breakdowns of guilt and shame.
You judge me blue
When life parts me in two,
more bitter than sweet
Then it's you out there
with words about
love, hands and kissing.
I sweat down dead
between dry sheets
while the world opens up
Love is only
a lullaby
in a world without mercy.
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Copyright 2012 Starshine
Published on Monday, March 5, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, March 6, 2012, rosemaiden
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wrote:
for a while doctors thought i had bipolar until to no suprise found out they were wrong.........this was a great write loved the flow
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On Monday, March 5, 2012, Phantasmagoria
(121) wrote:
I saw the title and I just had to read it, I suffer from bipolar as well, and this is definately something I understand. The last lines are so powerful! great job.
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On Monday, March 5, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
"I sweat down dread" perhaps? This was kinda' one-sided because I'd guess you can be the most upbeat and carefree person too - when not crashing down ionto valleys and canyons. THanks for sharing this.
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On Monday, March 5, 2012, Hands_Around_My_Throat
(67) wrote:
This poem struck me. But everything seems to be merciless and painful. The world gets darker, and people just blot out the sun some days. Lovely.
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