High Highs, Low Lows

A poem

I am stuck in a constant loop of high highs and low lows,
A continuous cycle of self doubt, pain, and fear.
I am not sure how I even got here,
But I am here, and they say make the best of it.
But they have no idea that just getting out of bed feels like a challenge,
Brushing my teeth a mountain I have to climb over,
Painting a smile on my face a 5k marathon I have not trained for.
And Im tired,
Fully drained of anything that ever made me feel alive,
And I am not alive just existing,
Just lugging through hoping that something might come along and put me out of my misery.
And misery loves company,
So I am sorry If I try to drag you down with me,
But I can not carry all of this dead weight alone
So Im stuck with the
High highs, and low lows.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like bipolar disorder. Both phases are dangerous, especially the lows. No cure yet, only control. One b***h of a disease.

[Hiraeth]

I suffer from bipolar disorder. I guess the energy for this poem came from my struggle with that. Thank you for your feed back