Sketches of a Bipolar Girl: Tears

Despair trickles down the walls of my room.
I am trapped on an island of isolation.
Distress calls have been made,
But no savior has come.
Voices in my head are so unkind.
She is getting stronger,
Her words dig deep like daggers in my soul.
I tried to stop her, but she laughs in my face.
Working so hard to change my life.
Trying to make the days worthwhile.
Two steps forward, three steps back.
I will never be well.
Don't give up, I say, you can do this.
In the end, I curl up into fetal position.
The sound of my weeping the only sound.
Waves crashing against the rocks.
I sit and ponder my fate, my face in the wind.
As the tears slip silently down my cheeks
All is bleak.


Peace, Joy, Love - B