Depression black dog bipolar (Remove filter)
Bi polar
This is not a phase,
As they all said.
They told me my emotions are strong,
So I tried to keep them hid.
Anger rises in me
As I,
overflow and boil.
Sadness overwhelms me,
As I tremble and burrow.
Happiness is rare,
Almost like,
seeing an old friend.
Timid and distraught,
Cautious of all men.
Never did I think I could be t...
Tuesday 7th May 2019 2:06 pm
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