I wished

I dreamed

I hoped

I prayed

I stayed alive

waiting

and waiting

sometimes barely holding on

waiting for that

lifesaving mixture

of that magical elixir

that would be the fix for

saving my life

from the hell

I have been forced to live in.

This dungeon

of dark gloom

in a blackened room

I live in

with too much

severe pain

and such,

sucking out

all the bits of life

I have left in me.

Hope disappeared

this I feared,

for without hope

what do I have?

I am drowning

in my mind of sorrow.

Will I still be here tomorrow?

Only if they find

something very soon

to save my mind

before the half to full moon

from my deep ferocious stain

of my deep dark-colored pain.

I’m waiting,

waiting

and waiting,

waiting for that

lifesaving mixture

that would be the fix for

saving my life

from the hell

I have been forced to live in

with my severe

bipolar

disorder…

 

 

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