Unreal

In a manic state, I wrote this describing how I lose myself to bipolar disorder and I'm always walking on egg shells trying to keep my mind straight and hold it all together.

I'm wrapping up 
These bandages 
Around my head and heart 
Stop it, f*****g stop the bleeding 
I will have a fresher start

I'm nursing them again 
Once so deep 

But they resurface 
I will never understand 

I'm trying to find my place 
Falling back into a fallacy of safe
it's disabling

Pull me back into a grave 
I want to rip these bandages 
I cannot save some face

I'm afraid that 
These wounds 
Are too deep

To heal. 

I'm afraid that 

When my mind shakes 

It's all just fake

Unreal. 

Reviews

[Yamka]

This is raw as! It's so true, wow, I especially love the last few lines. Hope you are still pushing through

[RaeStems]

Of course, I always will. Thank you for your kind review! I should note these wounds are mental boundaries, and progress, that seem to rise and fall constantly in my mind.