Black Hole

This is a poem about the author's own personal struggles with Bipolar disorder and unhealthy relationships with people and drugs. She was very inspired by the composition of Shay Alexi Stewarts poem “Song of the Prettybird.”  This is very deep and paints a vivd picture of what it's like living with bipolar disorder.

she is a black hole
leveling everything she touches
destroying everything she touches 
touches 
touches 
touches from men she needed to feel feel validated from the very men she swears she hates 
hate 
I hate you, don’t touch me 

she is The Tower
the eradication of everything you thought you knew, but you knew 
everything you’ve ever believed in 
Emaciated like the bottle of Absolut on her nightstand early Sunday morning like the empty coke bag stuffed in the bottom of her purse she would take to work
Monday morning Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday night drink up!  
drink drank drunk tonight I like girls only don’t touch me. 

she is a broken mirror
bad luck 
bad bad bad 
she is bad and she will always be according to her herself and anyone you ask
and if you get too close you’ll get cut she says even though it’s kind of self sabotage she says the way she speaks the downfall of her life as she knows it into existence
existence,? 
some days. 
the others? 
I’m not real. Don’t touch me. 

she is disappointing 
everything she swore she wouldn’t be, she is
Drugs alcohol drugs alcohol 
10 year old her wouldn’t D.A.R.E look in the direction of the very thing that destroyed her mother father sister 22 year old her embraces it like a warm hug 
warm hug? Don’t touch me 

she is cold rain
the kind you get stuck in without warning 
miserable 
inescapable wetness that is suffocating 
suffocating like the blankets she crawls under and pretends everything is ok
suffocating like the men she attaches herself to who only want love and affection
love and affection? Don’t touch me
you’re not my boyfriend, I love you

she is a leech
relying on those around her for serotonin
make sure you absorb enough for the week! 
2 days worth? indulge yourself again baby don’t worry 
it’s not a problem if you can’t feel anything 
feeling something? cut it off. you don’t deserve feeling 
feeling 
invite him over to have feeling
no feeling 
you made the list! Don’t touch me. 

she is sleep paralysis
unassuming 
you’re vulnerable? thanks 
wreck it 
wreck it 
make sure they come down with you
the world has done you a disservice so take it out on the 
unassuming
vulnerable
18? bonus points
bright future? yes mam 
watch it burn 
stare into the flames and watch them stare back at you with the same eyes that you shifted 
manipulator 
Come here baby, I love you. Don’t touch me

she is the thorns on a rose
no, not the rose
she couldn’t possibly be that beautiful she says she says she says 
he said she said
they said
wait what did he say she say they say? 
let me write that down 
write it on my hand 
hold my hand? no
Don’t touch me


She is a black hole
Don’t fucking touch me. 
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​Other recommended poems based on this one:  I AM THE ME YOU SEE  |  STRENGTH

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