The tears begin to flow
I don't try to stop them anymore
It's just another low
I feel my heart start to overflow
They don't hear my begs and pleas
The tears begin to flow
They violate my face and clothes
Trickling my tender skin
It's just another low
No matter how much I oppose
I'll still sink back into that well
The tears begin to flow
Even when I think I've found peace
Years of battle years of war
It's just another low
The moon can't always glow
And as I fall back asleep
The tears begin to flow
It's just another low.
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Author:
Neil.E (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Earlier this year I was having an intense depressive episode. One of many countless episodes. My dad hugged me as I said "I don't know what's happening" and he said, "I think you have bipolar." I wrote this poem almost a year before this happened. I don't have a diagnosis, I'm just tired of falling down here over and over again no matter what I do. I don't know how to get better, or if I can.
- Category: Sad
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