Bipolar Hate - Poem by Heath Chishty
I'm fake, every choice I make is another mistake.
I hate this fate I'll never escape.
My lifes a mess, I do my best to hide all this pain.
I try and try in vain.
When it becomes to much I dropp the ball and begin to fall, on my way down I start to rebound, on my way back up I want to throw up.
Up and down and all around, this is my disease.
This rollercoaster of emotion seems to have a circular motion.
What pain it can bring.
I've severed my ties I'm ready to die.
The fire in my eyes has burntout, I'm about to fallout, so why don't all you people get the hell out, and leave me to my fate, which is to hate and hate and hate....
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