Downswing

Disclaimer: Not currently suicidal

"Being Art" by Katherine Huck Fernie Howard

With bipolar some days

You just want to die

And you have no fucking clue

Why

Your bed is made

Your day going great

Your food ate

So why do I want to

Blast a hole

Through my brain?

Why do I almost

Take my hands off the wheel

And close my eyes?

Why do I envy those

Who have been

Swallowed whole

Digested

And spit out

Bone by bone?

Lower me into

That warm, welcoming earth

So I may be consumed

I want to rest in peace too

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