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[sid] => 60278
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[aid] => mick
[title] => 8th Floor
[time] => 2004-08-16 04:06:02
[hometext] => I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder my Junior year in college and the 8th floor was a psychiatric ward I was committed to for three days to straighten myself out and get my medication back on track.
[bodytext] => Everytime I turn around Something happens Mom back in the hospital Got a bad grade today Always something Never nothing. I'm going to end up on the 8th floor Drugged on pain Tired on stress Always something. Never nothing. 8th floor is where i'm going. Father called Bought a ticket to her funeral. Don't know what i'll do without her strength Don't know what I'll do without her presence I just want to make her proud. I'm going to end up back on the 8th floor. Drugged on pain. Tired on stress. Always something. Never nothing. 8th floor is where i'm going. I feel the noose around my neck Tugging at my sanity Pulling at my tears Scaring away my patience And welcoming the pain If you looked at my heart You would not see me You would see my pain, My tears, my cries of lonliness. I'm going to end up back on the 8th floor. Drugged on pain Tired on stress Always something, Never nothing. 8th floor is where I'm going. Why am I like this? Is this a way to live? To deal? To survive? Everything is harder for me. That's why I go to the 8th floor. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 48 [informant] => AndreaJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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