Manic Depression
Two sides
Double life
In her head, how can she decide.
The happiness of the day,
The mournfulness of the night.
With the sun she rises like lilies in spring time,
Until the sunset, death steals away her joy,
Bringing nothing but the pain she endured throughout
Her short life. It devours her soul.
She cries for help, trying to explain.
The so called loved ones just cover up,
Instead of trying to heal that pain.
Is it her fault?
Straight out of the womb;
Was this to be her everlasting curse?
Or is there a cure for this illness?
She wonders why people won’t love her.
Her…for…her.
All she wants in this life, to be normal.
No pills forced down her throat,
No more tears
No more aggressive tones
Normal life is all she wants.
So she prays,
“Dear Lord,
My life, my soul,
I hope you take.”
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