Being Bipolar

It's not my fault that I'm trapped in the past.
It's their stupid voices that last and last.

They say weird things and make me feel shit.
They drag me down to the bottom of the pit.

I scream out for help but no one appears.
There's just a dark shadow that shows me my fears.

I just want to be normal and no one can see.
How there stupid voices won't listen to me.

They shout and they scream and they are so loud.
I just want to be happy and feel proud.

How can I escape this and see the light.
When I think I have a chance I try and fight.

But the shadows are strong and the voices get low.
I run and I run but I'm always too slow.

I think I'm doomed and there's no way out.
Why can't anyone else hear me shout.

"I'm normal I've changed and I want to be accepted too"!
But the voices say back "this won't be possible for you"

I'm going to live with this for the rest of my life.
It would be so much easier to grab a knife.

End it all now and then I've won.
But how can I do that when I will hurt everyone.

Even these voices make me feel bad.
Say I'm worth life then say that I'm mad.

They hate me for sure and find it funny too.
I shout and scream "what if this was you!?"

They don't care they laugh and they joke.
They pull out the prods and they poke and they poke.

Help me God, tell me what to say.
Save me God, make them pay.

There is no justice, this is it.
This so called life that I call shit.

I need a way through to the other side.
But when I get near I have to hide.

These shadows aren't stupid they know when I'm near.
They sit and they wait to inflict more fear.

It's like living hell again and again.
The weird thing is the voices are all men.

You think they would have respect but they don't.
They will never stop laughing they just won't.

So my final words are here and now.
If you're out there God, how could you let this happen, how?