Barely Breathing

This is about as poetic as bipolar gets.

Barely Breathing

Waves of moods,
ebbing and flowing,
upset a delicate
balance
in my spirit.
I want to laugh.
I want to weep.
I want to die.
I want to be normal.

Soaring highs,
I am invincible.
I can do anything
and everything
at once.
Racing thoughts
play bumper cars
in my head.
Make them stop!

Despairing depths
drive me deep
into dark thoughts.
I cannot move.
I am nothing.
I am worthless.
Suicide seduces.
I can't go on.

I am barely breathing.