Post by engarde on Feb 1, 2003 7:17:48 GMT -5
my love, my sickness
how shallow i am compared to your depths.
crying to myself, oh where has the bottom of your soul gone to?
releasing my thoughts into your cycles
i see them spin and mix inside your whirlpool.
spit them at me again so i can take them to their world
and be rejected for the thousandth time.
oh, where have you come from?
who sent you to me?
i hope not to know your deep secrets,
but you must stay with me for good
for if i'm left to be good
i will not stand.
i need you understanding,
i need your gentle grip
without you, oh sickness, i shall fall in the realms of reality
where my life is gray and serves only their dreams.
i rather sleep in your arms and never wake to be
than to be eaten by those human flaws
oh insanity, my favorite of worlds
© 2002 by Anonymous
how shallow i am compared to your depths.
crying to myself, oh where has the bottom of your soul gone to?
releasing my thoughts into your cycles
i see them spin and mix inside your whirlpool.
spit them at me again so i can take them to their world
and be rejected for the thousandth time.
oh, where have you come from?
who sent you to me?
i hope not to know your deep secrets,
but you must stay with me for good
for if i'm left to be good
i will not stand.
i need you understanding,
i need your gentle grip
without you, oh sickness, i shall fall in the realms of reality
where my life is gray and serves only their dreams.
i rather sleep in your arms and never wake to be
than to be eaten by those human flaws
oh insanity, my favorite of worlds
© 2002 by Anonymous
how i love the words. truly i can relate to them, for you see i gather strength from my sickness. The toils of bipolar leave me with such lonliness and despair the only thing i do to get through it is hold on to my pen and paper and write what comes through till i exhaust my mind, heart, and spirit. Sleep comes with much anticipated gratitude. My family would definately relate to this as well. thanks for sharing.