Promises of sanity elude me
and depravity seems my very end.
Darkness rules takes depression her hold
and madness overtakes with mania.
Medications fling false promises here
as doctors try the end of their knowledge.
'Psyclosymia' is rapid cycling,
making bi-polar more difficult still.
Creating anger and pain within my soul
my children often don't know what to think,
blaming mania on addiction's hold
and looking for excuses that aren't true.
My nightmare began when I was twenty
and has worsened throughout all of the years,
causing suicide attempts to show up
and leave my family shaking their own heads.
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It describes this illness well and certainly shows the effect on family and friends...people cannot understand until they feel it and ... they probably never will. I think you mean "worsened" and you put worstened
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