Echo....... [I Have Bipolar]

Its weird. The emotions are on repeat. One minute she is going about her day and the next minute she is in a pool of tears. The kitchen floor is soaked in what seems to be a lake of sorrow. The girl examines her reflection in the quivering water. What seems like an eternity later, she picks herself up off the ground. Its useless. She goes through this everytime. Without warning she feels her knees start to buckle and her throat closes up. Its like there's an echo in the room. That feeling always comes back. That's the hardest part. Picking herself up when you know that in five minutes that feeling will come back.