Today is the day of many haunting curses
When medication no longer helps, only worsens
The thoughts of past pitfalls of which I deserve
Is an apology or a eulogy enough to take away
The scrutiny that abuses me?
Or burn the battered bridges to stop
My demons from pursuing me?
Positivity can be a parasite that preys on your brain
Draining and shaming your consciousness while the monsters lift
The veil to reveal a pistol packed with pills aiming at your soul
Without a purpose to persevere, letting poisoned promises take control
Instead of having precognitive decisions to mask the fact
That a broken heart's a pallbearer at your funeral
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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