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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

I can’t do anything right so this poem is about that


was I born this way.

half mentally disabled.


I don't understand everything everyday.

it hurts when others don't understand.

sad and tired and depressed everyday and night.

hurts but I put on an fake smile and say I'm ok to pretend I made it through the day.

sometimes it's too much. 
I cry and it's getting worse my depsression of manic. 

I love the manic days but the other days 

I want to end it all. So finally it's 



note :

im not going to kill myself im writing this poem to get out of my depression. No killing myself just a poem 



Submitted: October 27, 2021

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So sad… Sorry you are dealing with such pain!

Thu, October 28th, 2021 7:34am


Well, it’s good to have that note…

So you’re saying you’re bipolar?

Fri, October 29th, 2021 1:56am

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