Swallow the World

i swallow the world.
i know i need a pill
to make me better.
i know the chemical racing through my brain
are not where they should be.
i know the racing thoughts aren't mine.
i know the mania belongs to the bipolar.
and the depression.
darkness comes.
sometimes you can't swallow the world.
sometimes you don't have the money.
you have to exchange pills of silver
to swallow the world.
but the pills of silver also pay for rent and bills and food.
so sometimes you swallow the world in liquid form.
liquid courage to face the days ahead.
but what happens when you get a chance to swallow the world again?