Control Your Bipolar Impulses – Poem {part one}


Put that Xanax down,

stop sucking dick.

Stop posting all night about dying on social media

for likes, sorrows and attention

that you know you always need…

and always need…


stop calling him

stop scaring your mother

who cried tears

and told you to your face

that your pain is killing her

can you stop, please?

stop being bipolar

stop being depressed

stop being anxious

stop trying to make your madness look pretty

stop popping plan B’s to cover up your last nights


stop looking like you have it altogether

when you know that death knocks on your door

and sleeps with you every night

control yourself

you have a lot to lose

and you have already lost a lot

but you stopped caring about all that didn’t you


R.K.B. is an award winning self-published Author, Poet and Entrepreneur from Detroit, Michigan.

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