Fighting That Black Dog of Bipolar Depression – Some Poetry

Depression can be hard to fight; it is relentless and stronger than me at times. sometimes you just have to wax lyrical. I am too depressed to make it all rhythm.

It's a big black dog
It's snapping at the heals of your brain
If you're not in bed wiped out
You are almost insane

Trying to get hold of just one normal week.
A week free of noticeable mania,
A week free of 20 hour a day sleep,
Just some space in a normal life like others.

It knocks you for six,
You're out for the count
It would be okay if you were boxing
And it was all a fair knockout.

But it's just Bipolar the disorder
With mania and insanity on one side
And the dreaded black dog on another,
And if you are lucky some normal days.

Do you know of the days of a maniac?
Do you know how to fight back?
Do you know how to live with mania
And other days with the back dog of depression?

You feel like getting high just to fight
Than you are crying and out of sight
People who love you are ringing home
Cause you haven't been around.

Oh guys I hope and pray
For you to have a better day
May your fight be better than mine
And you find your peace.

Within the fight of the dreaded black Beast
The back Dog of depression that unfair feeling
And fight my bothers and sisters
As fight we must to see some daylight in the day.

Fighting That Black Dog of Bipolar Depression - Some Poetry

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