Bipolar DisorderShut up.Bipolar Disorder by MikkiMarie
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .
“Are you okay?”
P an i c .
Close the window.
Open it again.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
… “I don’t know.”
bipolar.after they diagnosed my father,bipolar. by colbalt-rain
my mother told me,
if she had known,
she would have never had children.
it scares me to think that,
one day i could hear a small voice saying,
“mommy, i don’t feel right.”
“you don’t look sick,”
they say, noticing that i’m not dragging around
an i.v. stand.
noticing that my sweatshirt is black
and not a white hospital gown
swinging around marbled, knocking knees.
“but i’m still unwell,” i say
in a voice that doesn’t shake
and they just look disappointed,
like i don’t fit.
like i’m the skewed painting
on the fucked-up-person wall.
“but,” they say, “don’t bipolar people
usually kill themselves?”
“but i tried,” i say
with my wrists unmarked
and they just shake their heads
almost as if to say
not hard enough.
“poor girl,” they say, looking right at me,
sitting next to my dad as he laughs too loud.
I'm Lia and I'm a 17 year old girl from Canada, currently living in Finland. I like to write poetry and novellas when I feel my mind is starting to take over. I also am addicted to playing xbox and I would love to play games with anyone.
Sometimes my words don't make sense, but it usually has some sort of meaning to me. I hope you have some connection with my pieces and I am always open for (free) commissions, any collabs, or just messages in general.