shouting in my poems,
With a soul that roams.
Come, get me. Before I sink,
or I’ll sink.
Being Bipolar, not so great overall.
Why can’t you get it?
It’s getting easier at the edge
to fall as gravity pulls me in.
come, get me.
Aug 6, 2025
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2 min read
shouting in my poems,
With a soul that roams.
Come, get me. Before I sink,
or I’ll sink.
Being Bipolar, not so great overall.
Why can’t you get it?
It’s getting easier at the edge
to fall as gravity pulls me in.