A poem I wrote when I was at my lowest.

Wishing the world would take me away

From this misery each and every day

The dread and loneliness will not prevail

To wake is an inevitable tale.

I wish the world would take me now

I am too ill to think of how

I think the world would be a better place

If it did not have to see my face.

I lie in hospital as I awake

I cant even do that right for goodness sake

This misery is destined to be

The only life right now for me

“Think of your children” the doctors said

They are the forefront of my head

Their better off with a decent mum

One that can get up and do the school run.

My daughter has to take care of me

What kind of life must that be?

I lie in bed unable to live

She is the life that tries to give.

Bipolar & depression are very real

This disease inside me is a very big deal

It’s all in your head I hear people say

I know I live with it each and every day.

Hang on in there things will get better

I don’t know as I write this letter

My heart my soul my miserable life

Its day after day of misery and strife.

I do not do this to cause you pain

I just want to be “normal” and not “insane”

I want to go away and not come back

Unless this life can cut me some slack.

Depression is a war within my mind

I cannot win, I cannot find.

It is just there as I lie in my bed

These crazy thoughts going around in my head

I want to live so happy and free

For now it will just have to be…..