Bipolar-blade

The pain inside is growing
Its making me feel week
all these medicines I'm taking
I can’t find the help I seek

My happiness was growing
with every passing day
until someone closed the door again
they took the key
through it all away

Theirs no-one who can help me
I must one more lost cause
the thoughts im thinking as I paused
is enough to make my heart race

my hands shake as I reach
upon the shelf is what I seek
you wowould guess
a little piece of metal
has helped me all this week

each day should have been its last
but I am just to weak

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