Life is hard to live sometimes when the light inside no longer shines.
Everything around becomes so dark, I grab a knife to leave a mark!
It makes me feel alive again! Replacing fear and doubts with pain!
I hope to fill the emptiness, I fight to end my loneliness.
I start to drink my pain away, drowning sorrow day to day.
I quickly want to end my life! I sit alone holding the knife.
Failure now consumes my heart, hate and love tear me apart!
The fear and pain control my mind, the hate inside me leaves me blind.
The bit of love I feel, I fear, it's for my boys, it's why I'm here.
It's for their love that I remain, although I fear I am insane!
Poem About Fighting Bipolar Disorder For Children's Sake
I am so glad I came across your poem. I'm a 44-year-old divorced mom who doesn't have my boys (18 years & 16 years - they live with their dad), and they don't have much to do with me. I'm...
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Published by Family Friend Poems July 2014 with permission of the Author.
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