Psyche of a Manic Depressive

by Mysterious Enigma   Jul 11, 2006


Psyche of a manic-depressive

My brains confused, from high to low,
I shoot from one, tâ??other I go,

Passion burning in my chest,
Deep dark yearning, so depressed,

I pull myself out of bed,
My wrists are cut, to death Iâ??ve bled,

The shirt goes on, perfectly white,
My eyes are hurt unused to light,

My laces I tie, a fresh new day,
Of this stinking world and its rotten decay.

The door openâ??s to the green garden outside,
The sun too hot the plants are fried,

I get the look from the people at school,
Why you looking at me? You some kinda fool?

And so I leave you with this final note:
Just because Iâ??m different, I wonâ??t slit my throat.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Of Sweet Insanity

    WOW! I really liked this. . .If you read only the first lines, it seems all happy. But thenyou read all the 2nd lines and it seems so sad and all together it's. . .It leaves me speechless. 5/5 again! you deserve it.

  • 17 years ago

    by Lindsay

    This ones my favorite. I happen to have a bit of a fetish for manic depressives. I dont know why, I am odd like that. I adore this poems. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Lindsay

    This ones my favorite. I happen to have a bit of a fetish for manic depressives. I dont know why, I am odd like that. I adore this poems. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Ashton

    Hey its me ashton In short it was good but weird you arent depressed well not tht i know of but it was still good I wont vote becos i dont want to mark the two 5.0's well done

  • 17 years ago

    by x-aLeX bAbe-x

    Well done if this is how you really feel though then dont i am always here for a talk ok bye bye gareth plz look and comment on my poems an if you like me add me 2 your favourites plz loadsa love alex xxxx

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