Did I mention I’m bipolar? Some of the poetry I write comes from places the light never touches. That’s ok. Don’t be afraid of those places. But seek help if you find yourself there. You are worth it. You are more than your sadness.
I’m drowning.
Drowning has filled my dreams,
Amongst other things.
I thought
My lungs would burn when water replaced air,
And they did, at first.
I’m at peace now, though.
If you reach for my hand, I’ll pull away. Leave me here
Or push me deeper. Never rescue me.
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