I have no money and nothing left to sell, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to hold a job that pays the bills. I'm trying to get through school but it's hard. I've dropped out several times.
Last night I couldn't shut off the voices, they kept me awake half the night. I'm still not sure if they were voices, or just thoughts racing through my head. If they were thoughts, they weren't MY thoughts.
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Bipolar I with psychotic features/GAD/Transgender (male pronouns please)
Seroquel/Abilify/Risperidone/Testosterone
My Bipolar Poetry Anthology
Underneath this skin there's a human
Buried deep within there's a human
And despite everything I'm still human
I think that I'm still human
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