These words won’t come easy to me
Even though they’re all I see
I’m frightened and all alone in my head
Chained like a prisoner to my own bed

I struggle with each and every line
I can’t possibly keep up with time
When will my strength return?
When will my heart do anything but burn?

My breathing is shallow now, it comes in gasps
Looking into the darkness, for you I grasp
Please hold on to me until it’s another day
I cannot make this pain go away

I can barely breathe, why am I so afraid?
Perhaps there will be freedom with a new day
So tired of the sadness that grips my soul
I struggle to find what makes me whole

I can only feel terror as the day comes to a close
With just one glance, I lost track of the path I chose
Will you come find me if my place is empty?
Or will you feel the release of the burden inside me?

I take one last look at my dream
I close my eyes so tightly
And silently I scream.

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Rebecca Lombardo

My name is Rebecca Lombardo. I'm 44 years old and I've been happily married for 15 years. At age 19 I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and I've struggled with mental illness ever since. Since I was in elementary school I wanted to be a writer, but unfortunately my mental illness made it difficult for me for many years. I've recently published a memoir and have begun writing poetry again.

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