I'm 14, and I love to write. I suffer from bipolar disorder, I'm untreated. I'm happy during some months, depressed during the next. I'm creative as hell. I love being myself. |
I breathe, it lingers
My heart aches, the thoughts rumble...
Forget your dirty deeds when you do what you do.
regret sets deep into my skin; making me feel...
I will stand by your side;
Until the morning light takes me from your mind...
And I looked into your eyes and thought;
The hue of your skin compliments your eyes...
You're the sunshine on the rainy days,
The one that makes the Rainbow stay...