Depression black dog bipolar (Remove filter)
Manic
I feel trapped inside a cage,
The longer I am in this, I feel the rage,
It builds and builds without any time for notice,
It will become too late to know what I am heading for,
When its unleashed it will become known to everyone making everyone feeling sore.
When this mad and manic phase comes,
It will be too late for the innocence’s,
When I am manic, ...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 5:20 pm
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