Manic Depression eating my soul
"I am suffering more pain that one can endure
Please help me believe that there has to be a cure
I have somehow climbed inside the deepest part of mind
To the darkest place I could find
Is anybody out there? Is there anybody out there at all?
From upon my high horse, from grace I fall
I am back in this hole I was stuck in before
I know that there is nothing worse than bipolar’s who whine
But I promise that in this poem this will be my third last line
I just wanted the happiness promised, I gave away life, I miss being high
But for now I leave you with my sincerest goodbye."
Please help me believe that there has to be a cure
I have somehow climbed inside the deepest part of mind
To the darkest place I could find
Is anybody out there? Is there anybody out there at all?
From upon my high horse, from grace I fall
I am back in this hole I was stuck in before
I know that there is nothing worse than bipolar’s who whine
But I promise that in this poem this will be my third last line
I just wanted the happiness promised, I gave away life, I miss being high
But for now I leave you with my sincerest goodbye."
