Today I couldn’t stop my tears from rolling down my eyes.
Today I wasn’t strong enough to hold them in.
Today I prayed for strength and looked for it inside of me.
Today I saw you even in the lights lining the streets.
Today I wished you didn’t exist.
Today I wished I didn’t exist.
Today I wished I could evanesce.
Today I wished I you could evanesce.
Today was the kind of day where you just want it all to go away–the kind where you just want to cry yourself to sleep because you can’t hold it together.
Today I have bipolar disorder, tomorrow I have bipolar disorder, forever I will have bipolar. Today wasn’t a happy manic day. Today was an I’m very depressed day. Today, thankfully, is almost over. All I will have left are the words written on this page.