Bipolar Disorder A Living Hell

I was just diagnosed with bipolar disorder. That is the little angel in my head telling me to cut. But even though there's a name for it I can't stop it. This is a true story.
I scream in agony as the demon tears at me
I thrash in pain on the floor
As my classmates stare in horror
My teacher call the principle who call 911
But it is too late
I've already gone mad so who cares
The medics pin my arms down
So I can't hurt myself
But they can do nothing for the screaming
So I scream as hard as I can
They keep asking me who is he
Who is the angel I keep screaming about
What a stupid question
He is my demon
My damnable angel
So I scream and fight
And finally get free
I grab the sharpest thing near by
The man has a knife on him
For what reason I didn't care
I take it and slash my wrist
And jump away from him when he tries to grab it
I cut my other wrist deeper
And finally they get me back down
Two days in the hospital
And then to a crazy hospital
They diagnose me with bipolar disorder
And let me go home with medicine
But do you think that shuts up my angel?
No he returns and with a vengeance
So i keep cutting
And hope to one day die

By hinata moa
Published: 5/27/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
What do you think? (About everything-the poem and bipolar disorder)
I think you are insane
What is bipolar disorder?
I understand you
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