But at least I can be happy in my sorrow. How does that work? I'm sad, but I'm happy about it. I cry with a smile on my face. I love with a broken heart and a song in there too. I see the small things, raindrops, and they excite me, yet they depress me. This isn't the definition of bipolar, you're not supposed to have it at the same time!
How can I live each day knowing that I'm dying? How can I face people and tell them I'm alright? Why am I like this? Why can't I just settle on one emotion? Why are all the feelings swirled clouds in a tempest? The tempest of my heart...
That's What It Is
It feels like it's bursting, overflowing with tears. The salty water. It gets worse each time, swelling even further beyond repair. Sometimes I can't take it, but I can't stop it. It just comes... and it hurts. It burns. At first I liked it and I sought it out, looking to break my own heart just so I could get that thrill again. But it's out of control. Now it comes when it wants, searing into my body. All he has to do is touch me, and I die inside. Passion.
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*hugs*
Manic-Depressive people are occasionally both, actually. I think.
Other than that, good luck, and I hope something works out that hurts a little less.
Yay! I'm loved!!
*hugs back*
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