So you woke up with an irritatingly sad softness in your heart that made you wish you could fall asleep again and not have to wake up anytime soon. Every mothers most original artwork is their baby... I turned out a self destructive little beam of light, so my mother was clearly a messed up artist... almost like me.
These days I seem not to care about anything or anyone anymore. I've just stopped caring about the world around me... still can't believe how unresponsive I've become to pressure, at the slightest form of pressure I shut down.... as if my system automatically stops working. All the feelings in my body dissapear - dead for a split second.
There's no kind of emotional misery jabbing at me like usual, there's inner peace and silence like how music always comes in and plays the healing role. I'm still in the aftermath of last nights terror....
Maybe bathing is what I need to do to get rid of this shaking, and that unrelenting scent of suicide wreaking from all the nodes in my skin.
"She died in my arms"finally available for online streaming stream piece directly from soundcloud...
"If you know or LOVE some1 with bipolar. You owe them, just an hour of your life, to watch this documentary. "
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