September 28, 2009 3:36pm life is hell, somewhat complicated. bipolar, somewhat self-medicated. no flames, no needles, no bottles. struggling, dead ends, and a hard pill to swallow. no lines for the nose to follow. heartless , chest feels hollow. homeless, hear the sound of the mices. hopeless, hear the sound of vices. wishing the day would be one of the nicest... but it is what is. enduring b/c i believe in a prayer's promise... ES
