So many submissions or call them confessions,
from psychotic disorders like manic depression.
They lie to your face, say "everythings fine".
Are they Bi-Polar? or Boarder-line?
Tortured souls, reciting in order.
Passages handed from Mother to Daughter.
Leaving their lives and loves by the door.
Completing the cycle, at least once more.
Internalizing their pain, but really they can't.
Exploding outward, in yet another rant.
The pain is deep, the emotions are raw.
What of us who love them, as we scratch and claw,
for time and affection, hopes that they'll stay.
Only to lose them, as their thoughts go astray.
The pain they feel is our pain too.
We hurt when they hurt, but what can we do?
We hug, they push, we try, they cry.
We long to be with them, they long to die.
So as you read the sadness of a single life.
Know that cuts can be numerous, with a single knife.
