Broken Angel

Hello Lucy

Welcome to Bipolar Global and thankyou for sharing.

This is what if feels like at the lowest points isnt it and we think that nobody understands, but if we manage to get back up again we can reflect ourselves, and see that we survived such an experience.

I hope you feel safe here Lucy, and feel free to post anytime about anything.

It is good to get it out and what an appropriate title to your poem.

With Love and Light

Liesha

I have fallen oh so low
Broken Wings
Shattered Dreams
Set me free, just set me free

All this turmoil in my head
Distorted visions
That I misread
Along my way I fell down
I can't get up
I'm beaten to the ground

There's nothing left
But the shell of someone I used to be
I can barely see her; she's out of my reach

Someone once told me “its gonna be all right”
But they do not know my frailty and the torment and the dread
I wear it well, for I am masquerading
Underneath the veil is a tortured mind
Screaming
Nobody hears, nobody sees
Nobody hears, nobody sees
Nobody hears, nobody sees