MinnSshi

Sometimes I am very happy I feel so anxious I feel that i can do things that sound impossible I feel so imperative that costs me a lot relax me Sometimes I feel very depressed I feel so empty and lost My brain just tells me to kill myself and that hurt me I feel so tired that I can hardly get out of my bed And the only thing I can say is I'm sorry I'm sorry to be a burden to all I'm sorry to be so irritable I'm sorry to hurt myself I'm sorry to be me I'm sorry to hurt my family, friends, etc. But this is not my fault All this is because of my illness I'm not a monster I'm not crazy I'm not a freak I'm just ill

Look over your shoulder. They're watching you. Tighten your stomach muscles. Bounce your leg up and down. Faster. Faster. "Are you okay?" No. "I'm fine." Shut up. Don't say anything. Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind. Freeze. Stare. Laugh. "What are you doing?" Dying. "Nothing." They're behind you. Kill them before they kill you. "What's wrong?" Please save me. "Nothing." Crazy. You're crazy. No one wants you. Pull the trigger. Do it. "Please tell me what's wrong." You wouldn't understand. "Nothing." Laugh. Smile. Scream. "Who are you? I don't know you anymore." I'm a nobody. I am Bipolar Disorder. ... "I don't know.