BipolarityA Poem by Blue IvoryJust a pattern in my life I've noticed, and am wondering how to break...Bipolarity I am a little girl. I am happy. I love pink. Crying is soooooo not what I would do! Nahhh I joke about my problems. The very little bit of it that I do have, that is. It’s all laughs, LOL! Guess what? I haz le new kitty :3 We’re gonna make soooo many adorable videos together! Ikr? Like totally. That is, when I’m not at a friend’s place, Or on the phone/facebook. Being young is fun, isn’t it? <3 ^_^ <3
Don’t look at me. Unless you look me in the eyes. But would you really dare to do that? I doubt you can even reach them. With the low level mind that you have, and all. A hand raised to me will result in your hands being cut off. Those may not be my words, by I will find my own soon. You know, what? I am TIRED of the way you treat me! Don’t walk away now! GET BACK HERE! I’m not finished with you yet! … I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. Please come back? I haven’t been myself lately. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m nothing but a boneless waste of space, aren’t I? Ugh, I guess it’s back to silence, for me. © 2013 Blue IvoryAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on August 2, 2013 Last Updated on August 2, 2013 AuthorBlue IvoryDhaka, BangladeshAboutI am a sugarcoated wreck. A cupcake with a chipped human tooth baked inside it. I breathe out soot left behind by the corpses you tried to bury but I come to you served in a silver platter. A hot.. more..Writing
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