i write
about love
so much
because i am
undeserving of it
yet enamored
by the thought
i know
what i am
no matter
how pretty
the words
there is
no hope
for me
but it sure
bleeds prettily
as i try to
recall how
to breathe
i make a
helluva friend
though
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
The thought of having no hope is too final..even if it feels like there is no hope and you’re at a complete dead end, you have to conquer that giant. It starts in our mind—choose to believe otherwise and everything else starts falling into place. It sounds trite but I’m being sincere.
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the best part of being bipolar, is that the hopelessness gets replaced with bottomless hope soon enough. only for it to all fall apart again. i may not have much, but poetry gets me through most of it.
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Ahh i see. Dealing with a bipolar disorder is a beast 🐉🗡️
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it can be. it can also be a superpower. i accept both parts. keeps me writing. occasionally someone who deals with the cycles feels less alone. little victories keep the machine of entropy moving forward. thanks for commenting. it’s nice to see you back.
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