Why would somebody so young,
Desire death so strongly.
I found out why through a lot of pain, the answer came.
There is no control over the dark demons controlling your life.
Death would be bittersweet,
As I long for peace.
Holding a gun to my head,
Tears streaming down my face,
I wonder if heaven, or hell, is a better place.
~Wendy Taylor ~
I have decided to include some of my Poetry from my book I have Bipolar, Bipolar isn’t me, to give you an idea of the path I have led to get to where I am today. The struggle to improve my life living with Bipolar and also fellow sufferers.