Unseen

By Natalie Grace

This book of poetry describes the different types of suffering and abuse.

My heart goes out to those who suffer severe mood swings due to bipolar disorder. Its crazy how such a disorder can create wonders yet cause so much pain. Poetry saved me in a way that I now have a voice and can be heard. I hope you, the reader, finds yours.

Enclosed within these page not only covers bipolar disorder but describes the struggles of drug abuse, alcohol abuse, PTSD, eating disorders, anxiety, suicide, relationships, and friendships. All based on the opinions of me, a patient with bipolar disorder; I had no medication and did not receive any help prior.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543429527

Book preview

Lives We Don’t See

Why is life like trash?

A pack of cigarettes never last,

Digging through the ash tray

Trying for a lucky break

Soon as you get it blink

It’s past…

The man on the corner,

Begs for change

But not the change you proclaim

He yearns to see his family everyday

But they look to him with shame

So he drinks his pain away

But everyday

Stays the same

The woman under the bridge

Sells her soul everyday

Keeping her kids hunger pain away

One things go great

Her kids are taken away

She becomes lost in her pain

Injects medicine in her veins

An empty shell she became

Free for one day

She wakes

Everything stays the same

The boy who stole some bread

Runs as a clerk shoots a bullet

Past his head

He runs to the alley

Here he is safe

A box, a dirty blanket, He lay

He ran away from home

His foster mom would always say

The government will pay

Just to beat you everyday

He prays for change

But everyday stays the same

The girl who hate school

Wonders why, the world is so cruel

She’s teased and tossed

Ever since she was four

She was a toy to please

No matter how much

She begged or screamed

It always stayed the same

The man on the corner

Jumps the over pass.

The people saw,

And wondered

What had he done

The woman under the bridge

Saw some kids rob a corner