Bipolar

Nobody goes to the depths of hell quite like I do

Mentally unstable or perhaps brilliant 

It doesn’t matter

I do not care

Neither do you

Please don’t pretend

You would have called, commented, written

But you didn’t

You couldn’t seem to find the words

Not knowing your silence

Could be heard by a million deaf men

The truth is nobody wants to deal with “sad Abbey”

Cheeky and hurt, grasping for ticks of hope 

Lashing out at even those who come in peace

Not knowing friend from foe

God why don’t you hear me?

How have I forsaken you this time?

I never get it quite right, do I?

My soul weighs heavy tonight

Blurry mind, raw heart, puffy eyes

These highs and lows exhaust me

I would rather be stable and bearable

AEC 5/15/2022