Innapropriate Rantings Of A Lunatic

11/23/2025

I walk between extremes each day—bright fire, then frozen stone,
Trying to balance all the versions of myself I’ve never known.
They tell me “choose the light,” but they don’t grasp the weight I bear,
How the sun can burn me senseless and the night can strip me bare.
So I take my quiet hours, where despair feels soft and real,
And I learn that sometimes simply breathing is all I can do to heal. 🖤

11/23/2025

Bipolar feels like burning out and blooming all the same,
A cycle made of sorrow that my heartbeat cannot name.
Some days I rise in colors, but most days I fade to gray,
Worn thin by every mood swing that decides to take its way.
So if I vanish from the noise, just know I’m not okay—
I’m stitching up the pieces that my darkness stole today. 🖤

11/23/2025

My mind comes crashing quietly, a wreck no one can see,
A fragile kind of sadness that keeps echoing through me.
And though I crave a peaceful life, the calm is never kind—
It slips between my fingers, like a ghost inside my mind.
So I take these mental health days just to hold myself together,
Praying storms that live within me might grow lighter for a tether. ✨

11/23/2025

I’m tired of pretending that the waves don’t pull me down,
Tired of faking balance in a world that watchfully frowns.
So I hide away in shadows where my chest can finally breathe,
Where broken parts can whisper the soft truths they never leave.
If solitude is sorrow, then at least the pain is mine—
A place where all my shattered moods can tremble and align.

11/23/2025

Some days I disappear inside the quiet of my mind,
Where every thought is heavy and no peace is easy to find.
I fold into the silence just to make the aching slow,
Hoping maybe for a moment I won’t drown beneath the low.
It isn’t strength, or weakness—just the cost of staying here,
A sad retreat I take alone when life becomes too loud to bear.

11/23/2025