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Trapped in side my wicked mind
Days move forwars and leave me behind.
Another manic high im facing
Palms are sweating
Thoughts are racing
No time to slow down
Im to F***ing high
Wanting to run
Trying to fly!
But these happy moments never last
The rage is coming its building fast.
Im outta control
My sanity's gone
The rage is buliding
I feel like a bomb
Feeling regret for my actions
My words, thier always so hateful
so vicious so absurd.
I always lash out at those closest to me
My words im not hearing
Thier pain i dont see
Im outta control is there no help for me?
Trapped inside my wicked mind,
Days move forward and leave me behind.
The manic rage is ending
Depression sets in
When will this ever end?
Feeling unwanted, worthless
no good.
Wanting to end life
God how easy i could.
Voices are whispering
"Your no F***ing good,
you have nothing to live for,
no need to go on."
Just try to remember those voices are wrong.
Think of your family and try to stay strong.
Trapped in side my wicked mind
Days move forward and leave me behind.
Will i ever be normal?
Is there no hope for me?
Can anyone out there hear me desperete plea?
These meds aren't working!
I feel insane is there anything outthere to ease my pain?
Trapped inside my wicked mind
Days move forward and leave me behind.
- by picklesinorangejuice |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/10/2008 |
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- Title: Trapped
- Artist: picklesinorangejuice
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Description:
umm poem i wrote
my mom has bipolar and she said this one time she said im trapped and i hate it so i wrote this
- Date: 12/10/2008
- Tags: trapped
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