The Bottom of Bipolar.

Today it was gray
I stood outside the car
Clutching my McDonalds coffee
($1, any size)
And breathing in the frigid air
Because no other air can sustain me
When my stomach twists in on itself
My head pounds
My eyes blaze
My skin sags with black emptiness beneath
Staring out of blank sockets
Seeing the simmer of my breath as it combats the brittle downpour:
I pour out my self for you
I pour out my self;

Rain burns my numbed encasement,
I peel it away:
I cannot go back...
Myself,
Poured,
Out.