I feel sprawled and bleeding
Trying to use a band aid to cover the gash
My heart feels twisted
My head is twisted more
Trying to hold my guts in
At the dinner table
I don't even notice anymore
To tired to care
If there really is a tomorrow
My personal experience with manic depression or bipolar disorder entangled with my childhood abuse and how they effect each other and my recovery
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