Of a Troubled Mind

[Brownlie]

To fight the blackness consuming your thoughts;
The erosion seeping through the cracks of your mangled soul.
Worthless exhaustion.
Or simply give in,
Embrace the ecstasy of spiraling into the vibrant alter-reality;
No limits to the capabilities of your newly enlightened mind.
Nothing can hurt you.
Mania.

This whole poem is way too abstract. Maybe you could try to explain a specific situation that demonstrates the speaker's bipolar disorder and find a way to utilize line breaks by highlighting certain words you place at the end of the lines.