Bipolar And Me Poem by Kelvin Rush

Bipolar and me we get on just fine
I know who's the boss and what isn't mine
If I fight I will lose so I quietly accept
All alone in the night nothing here to protect

I go straight back to hell the pain is intense
There is no redress no support no defence
I'm possessed in the mind and I can't let go
Even God's not around no one wants to know

I beg for mercy I can't take anymore
I'm in another dimension lying cold on the floor
It's a personal ordeal no one else can grieve
Death would be a blessing but they won't let me leave

A mere vessel for the pain an outsider in my skin
As I suffer the intensity I'm about to give in
I'm a witness in a crime a victim being abused
As I groan in the dark I feel perplexed and confused

Taking medication just defers and numbs the pain
So I go through the emotions like an unstoppable train
There's a trigger lying dormant it's pointing at my head
It's always there menace and potent wishing I was dead

It oozes through my body I embrace the electric surge
Infecting all my being hoping lightness will emerge
I go through all the hell again I'm touching the divine
I'm still not free but Bipolar and me are doing just fine