Twisted Sickness
Twisted sickness in my head
you make me wish that I was dead
this bipolar roller coaster can always take me higher
but this happy high makes me want to cry
because I know no matter how high I fly
the fall will come again
always falling down so low
no deeper depth than my sorrow
never do I know
if it will be today
or tomorrow
when I come down and my smile
turns to a frown
and I feel like I am about to drown
so far down
it never ends
until I go up again
manic feeling like I am about to panic...
Copyright © Douglas Nadeau | Year Posted 2018
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