Bipolar4LifeSupport

The stress is tipping in and out of my mind.
I’m starting to realize my life is
just a waste of time.
The only thing that’s keeping me stable
is the fact that your not unstable.
Try and tell me what’s next
I’m just trying to relive my stress.

Be understanding to your enemies
Be loyal to your friends

Be strong enough to face the world each day
Be weak enough to know u can not do everything on your own

Be generous to those who need your help
Be frugal with that u need yourself

Be wise enough to know u do not know everything
Be foolish enough to believe in miracles

Be willing enough to share your joys
Be willing to share the sorrows of others

Be a leader when u see a path someone has missed
Be a follower when u are shrouded by the mists of uncertainty

Be first to a component for when she or he succeeds
Be last to criticize a collegue who fails

Be sure where your next step will fall, so that u will not tumble
Be sure to your final destination, in case u are going the wrong eway

Be loving to those who love u
Be loving to those who do not love u for they may change

Grown Apart
When a friendship is no more
You feel so empty inside.
Although the person is alive
It feels as if they have died.
Every memory you have is painful
every picture a dagger to the heart.
There’s nothing sadder in the world
Than two friends who’ve grown apart

A mask to hide my true feelings
to spare the world of my suffering
of my pain and anguish
of the murder that resides behind my eyes

so you all can live out your wretched lives
pretending that everything is perfect
when really everyone is against you and everywhere you turn
everywhere you go. is a varying acoustic of hell
where everyone is against you. every word you say
every move you make is never good enough

do you still wish to see my real face?
without my mask you’ll see every scar
every broken heart
and the valleys carved by hot tear rivers
not for the faint of heart or the weak of soul

The darkened shadows crush the living spirits,
As if they weren’t living at all,
Must I tremble in the fear and sadness,
That darkness carries on,

Harsh winds blow away the shelter of a spring day,
Leaving the habitants as prey,
It’s not enough to slum away,
As the char coaled day seeps through,

And yet in my sadness comes restraint,
That must be learned to be dealt with,
And so as darkened shadows creep their way in,
I go willingly with peace.