When my shackles have been created by my own suffering there is no liberty When my shackles have been created by my own suffering there is no liberty

This poem shows the feelings of a bipolar. Where one feels to shout, cry and to do multiple things. This poem shows the feelings of a bipolar. Where one feels to shout, cry and to ...

Cheering up myself, cheering up my soul. In those times it feels like burning coal. Sometimes ... Cheering up myself, cheering up my soul. In those times it feels like burning...

To reach beyond all feelings To float and wander through sleepless nights concealing To reach beyond all feelings To float and wander through sleepless nights con...

Inhabitants as created by HIM. Inhabitants as created by HIM.