By Brandon Koebernik | Featured Contributor

My medication is wearing off,
It’s no longer protecting me.
My demons begin to scoff,
As I try to make a plea.

They found a way through,
The chemicals weren’t strong enough.
I’m lost without a clue,
How am I supposed to rebuff?

I thought they were working,
Yet I find myself back at square one.
I can see my demons smirking,
As they think I’m nearly done.

I’m partly depressed, partly manic.
I’m bursting at the seams.
I can’t help but to panic,
When the demons flood my dreams.

I’m tired of being beaten down,
I’m tired of feeling defeated.
I feel like I’m about to drown,
As my mind has been mistreated.

My mind is fragmented and shattered,
I’m left picking up the pieces.
Not that it actually mattered,
As the demon’s torment increases.

No shame to say it,
I’m struggling to write.
But I refuse to quit,
I’ll give it all my might.

One day at a time,
That’s my motto.
It’s a constant climb,
But healing will follow.

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If you are currently depressed or thinking about death or dying, please reach out to a friend or a loved one immediately. If anonymity is important to you, consider using one of the helplines below right now:

Mental Health National Helpline
 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255 

Brandon Koebernik

Brandon Koebernik is a 24-year-old man who was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 Disorder. He feels now that it is now his mission to encourage others to seek help and promote positivity through a shared passion of video games, art, poems, and more. As the creator of the blog The Bipolar Gamer, Brandon has a profound passion for helping others in their journey to living a better life.

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