been awhile since ive posted anything new...feels good to be back. all comments and critism is welcomed. Bipolar's cry Reaching out for a hand to pull you toward the stars looming in the night sky Wanting to touch the only source of light that can be seen from your nocturnal post; falling toward the darkness yet again the pain and tears consume your mind so that you begin to forget how to smile. An unknown sense consumes the soul you possess, you cant help but to want something different. Standing, looking as people laugh and cry, wishing you could feel happiness and even pain; but instead you are just numb longing to be woken up from the emotional sleep. Wrapped in sunshine you await the fall once again. You know all is too good to be true and soon it wont be real anymore, just a silly little dream. Things will begin to wither and the pain will consume once again. And you will long to be devoured by love, laughter, and the light. The cycle repeats over and over again and you begin to be uncaring. Blocking the world out and forgetting to trust anyone, and then one day you realize its no way to live. Wiping the tears from your make up smeared eyes, wishing someone would care enough to hold you; that's no way to be. So you let trust enter you and for the most part you aren't alone.
"Standing looking as people laugh and cry, wishing you could feel happiness and even pain; but instead you are just numb longing to be woken up from the emotional sleep." wow. powerful. really hit home, because i've done that many a times. good stuff, really enjoyed it. keep on writing!
