The battle within.....

have u ever been kicked to your knees begging for your life, please, pistol whipped and shamed called out your name, same as being bipolar on an unstoppable Roller coaster. Somedays I maintain and other days just can't explain, some Call that insane, I call that deep emotional pain. Always feeling judged I walk around with a chip on my shoulder, body feeling older, heart growing colder.  its seems easier to isolate and be alone so I turn off my phone and sit alone, my house is not a happy home. Emotions run high as I sit and cry wondering if tonight is the night I fall and my next of kin gets that unwanted call. Stand tall they say but try being bipolar and gay and watch everyone run away. I try and blend in walking on needles and pins hoping you don't find out who I really am.  The look of doubt has formed on your face,  I wish you could just understand but you left me alone In this case. What to do when you have no glue to piece your life back together,  this is my world, and my name is heather...