He lays in my bed and tells me those three words
I say it back when I know I only felt that way about you



He thinks because he has my body
He has my heart
But it always
Without a doubt
Has belonged to you


He kisses me
And I pretend it’s you
So when I open my eyes
I still taste you


You try to numb the pain with anything you can find
Just to trade your emotions to get her off your mind


I had to be honest with myself
I was the only person who could shape my future
Either by living in the past or moving forward
Was I going to live my life as a victim or survivor?
I decided right then
From that day forward
To live it as a survivor

Drinking With My Demons

I used to light a cigarette
Close the door
And drink
Until my demons went away
Now I open the door
Pour them a drink
And tell them
They are welcomed to stay

The Gift

Never hide the hurt you feel inside to have others accept you
Don’t you know that you feeling so much is a beautiful gift?


If you take my bipolar disorder away
Then the best parts of me disappear
My empathy
My resilience
My creativity
My heart
My reality
My ambition
My hope
My compassion
It is not always a weakness you see
I am so much more because of it
Without it, I simply would not be me


Evolve from the hurt
There is always pain when it comes to transformation


People amuse me in the sense that they are oblivious to life itself
And that they choose to be ignorant so that they may not suffer
Don’t they know that suffering is the only damn thing in this mad world
That makes us feel alive?
So very alive