Don’t know what to think nor how to feel,

it’s as if I’ve been given a raw deal. 

So I beg and I plead for a life kindness,

only to be met with my mind as a bewildering mess.

Fighting the bad and treasuring the good, 

doing whatever I’m told – doing whatever I should. 

And with voices in my mind mixing me up,

I honestly don’t know what to do because I lot of the time, they scream “Give the fuck up!”.


About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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