Dear everybody,
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
And drips
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change.
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
So spectacular,
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
Life.
And then?
It changes.
It changes from being such an
Looking in the mirror
The eyes that stare back
Are not mine
They're dark
Cold and empty
The warmth that once filled them
Is now gone
The skin
It ripples and cracks
It seems so much darker
Than before
The nails
Are longer
Sharper
Fierce
Like talons
Of a bird
Or monster
Deep voices
In my head
Ask me to give in
To accept
The darkness and fear
Suddenly
A hot flash
Skin tears open
But there's no blood
Just dark leathery flesh
That takes over
My eyes
They burn
As hot rage fills me up
And consumes me
No longer the girl
I once used to be
No more the joy
I once used to feel
Dark and devious
Stone-cold and empty
The transformation
Is complete.