Darkness, full of screams,

Daylight brings whispers.

Rustling papers, changing the rules.

I can't see them but they are there. 


I can't escape. 

They tell me how. 

I don't want to listen,

Just close it down. 

Take it away, make it calm down. 

No one can stop this,

It's all my fault.

Not worth the effort. 

I've ruined it all. 

Can't love me enough

When I am broken inside.

Bid me goodbye

I am so nearly there. 

Peaceful in darkness.

No one is there.

Psychosis bipolar

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Robert Mann

Thu 15th Jun 2017 13:04

Louise - the scrambled, illogical thoughts of a troubled mind eloquently put to 'paper'. We can hate visits from the 'Black Dog', but I firmly believe there is a new clarity when he/she buggers off again!

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