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Funeralprincess
Death never turned on me
- May 8, 2022
- 433
I used to live a beautiful life; a life filled with romance that is so rare to find nowadays (most men are mediocre at best), friendships that felt genuine and warm, a career that thrives in every aspect, wonderful physical health, and more. It seemed as if I'd finally achieved all of my life goals, checked every single box I'd ever had aimed to check, and then some. It all came crashing down like an aggressive wave when bipolar entered my life. Sometimes I sit here and reflect on who I used to be before my disease, before I became so beyond help. Of course, you have the idiots who live in delusion, pushing the narrative that healing is possible, yet they fail to realize I had healed. When my life became amazing, that WAS my chance. That WAS my nirvana, my sanctity, my clarity, my… do-over.
I now am sick physically, with heart issues at a young age, and have even developed issues with my knees as well as the horrid symptoms of broken heart syndrome that have lasted a lot longer than normal. I am simply rotting away now, watching my flesh slowly thin as I spent another year in this god forsaken plant.
My chance to thrive has sailed, it left the moment bipolar took my soul and changed me. I see happy couples and great friends as they walk past me, and think about when I too used to have such a life. I merely feel like a shadow that everyone walks through now. Most days I stay isolated in my room, watching the sunset from my little window.
I immerse myself in dreams of death, eagerly awaiting the day I can finally take N and be free of this horrible place that people love to glorify.
I realize this place here, on earth… it's only made for those with a neurotypical lens… it wasn't made for people like me, and it never will be.
I now am sick physically, with heart issues at a young age, and have even developed issues with my knees as well as the horrid symptoms of broken heart syndrome that have lasted a lot longer than normal. I am simply rotting away now, watching my flesh slowly thin as I spent another year in this god forsaken plant.
My chance to thrive has sailed, it left the moment bipolar took my soul and changed me. I see happy couples and great friends as they walk past me, and think about when I too used to have such a life. I merely feel like a shadow that everyone walks through now. Most days I stay isolated in my room, watching the sunset from my little window.
I immerse myself in dreams of death, eagerly awaiting the day I can finally take N and be free of this horrible place that people love to glorify.
I realize this place here, on earth… it's only made for those with a neurotypical lens… it wasn't made for people like me, and it never will be.