Here is a poem I wrote back in the late 90's, right before I found out I was Bipolar. It has no title.
How can you tell me
Not to worry, it'll be alright,
When the world is full of
Theives that will steal your heart
And rip it to pieces?
You say the doctor can glue
It back together with some pills,
But then he'll get into your brain
And steal your thoughts
Or your sanity or soul
Will be hanging by a thread
Till one day you
wake up and know it would be alright
if only you were dead.