Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Subject: wanting die

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Subject: wanting die


downs severe were. thank stuck without them have made living life. It took how work destroys life..... its amazing Now running million dollar company. days function task come way. bipolar finances self. But now look myself make worth grateful chance statics show often ones take their glad didnt.I figure will write know moods control survive when
woods trying existed. Screaming bed leaving sick family friends much got RIGHT doctor. FINALLY normal. Although cured better. still downs severe were. thank stuck without them have made living life. It took how work destroys life..... its amazing Now running million dollar company. days function task come way. bipolar finances self. But now look myself make worth grateful chance statics show often ones take their glad didnt.I figure will write
feeling good and like top world thought GREAT once hit bottom whole guess reason started blog because alot people dont what searched internet were same found very few. just better than oh person crazy. Cause Lets see first time really noticed needed dating guy things going good.... every
should doctor did..... low behold next couple months went from almost other day.... doctors they put medicine think of. falling apart stood by myside time. would ran away house hide woods trying existed. Screaming bed leaving sick family friends much got RIGHT doctor. FINALLY normal. Although cured better. still downs severe were. thank stuck without them have made living life. It took how work destroys
what searched internet were same found very few. just better than oh person crazy. Cause Lets see first time really noticed needed dating guy things going good.... every night week staying hours school morning hell well even quit job years.... then sudden crash. didnt anything mere getting plane travel had done many times before thoughts kept racing through head voices talking spinning crashed down ROCK BOTTOM. And there sitting floor crying wanting die wondering wrong while back fine flying high.... nothing

a poem a dada keeps the nebula away

3 Comments:

Blogger DramaQueen said...

Rock Bottom

Severe, bipolar destroys life
Screaming,
Sick,
Falling.

I write “CRASH” on brick wall,
Beckoning the plane to fall on my target.

I hide in the woods pretending I don’t exist, waiting for the
Right doctor to come to my tent

Quit my life, searching the internet,
No job, no work,

Only work is spraying “ROCK BOTTOM”, “GREAT”, “FINALLY”
Across brick walls of the city
Feeling powerful, good, and on top of the world

$1 to Lawrence Community Theatre

11:29 AM  
Blogger Pocket of Bolts said...

Spam versions of poems I've liked.

The Second Coming:

spinning, flying high
no voices noticed
things falling apart,
nothing staying,
mere crazy world

no good people,
and much screaming from wrong people

Kubla Kahn:

Guy finances
Million dollar house
in the woods.

Things going good...
Sudden crash!
wondering.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam:

Well, we die.
Better than nothing.

10:47 PM  
Blogger Pocket of Bolts said...

(Amnesty International)

10:49 PM  

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