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Although I'm only 24,
I might as well be 42
with all the things I've gone and done
and all the things I'll never do.
Is it any wonder I don't sleep
with all the secrets that I keep?
All the things I'd like to say.
Maybe. Someday. Not today.
Tell people what I really think?
If I like them? If they stink?
I'd cause more problems than I'd solve
and leave hatred that will not dissolve.
I plan my life, to no avail.
Everything seems set to fail.
What is the point? Why should I care?
I find the darkness everywhere.
It's called "bi-polar;" ups and downs.
Manic smiles. Depressed frowns.
I cannot speak what I do feel
or find the time depression steals.
I live with hate. I live with pain.
I live the life of the insane.
But doom and gloom is not alone.
Something else drives these old bones.
I may wander valleys every week,
but I love the view upon the peaks.
I have my lows. I have my highs.
They're days I almost touch the sky.
I get that spark. I get that light.
No care for day. No care for night.
I get that strength. I get that surge.
I can create thanks to that urge.
Worlds without end, beginning, or time.
Meter. Verse. Rhythm. Rhyme.
Bad and good. Good and bad.
That's the kind of life I've had.
A cursed gift. A gifted curse.
But then, I suppose, it could always be worse.
I might as well be 42
with all the things I've gone and done
and all the things I'll never do.
Is it any wonder I don't sleep
with all the secrets that I keep?
All the things I'd like to say.
Maybe. Someday. Not today.
Tell people what I really think?
If I like them? If they stink?
I'd cause more problems than I'd solve
and leave hatred that will not dissolve.
I plan my life, to no avail.
Everything seems set to fail.
What is the point? Why should I care?
I find the darkness everywhere.
It's called "bi-polar;" ups and downs.
Manic smiles. Depressed frowns.
I cannot speak what I do feel
or find the time depression steals.
I live with hate. I live with pain.
I live the life of the insane.
But doom and gloom is not alone.
Something else drives these old bones.
I may wander valleys every week,
but I love the view upon the peaks.
I have my lows. I have my highs.
They're days I almost touch the sky.
I get that spark. I get that light.
No care for day. No care for night.
I get that strength. I get that surge.
I can create thanks to that urge.
Worlds without end, beginning, or time.
Meter. Verse. Rhythm. Rhyme.
Bad and good. Good and bad.
That's the kind of life I've had.
A cursed gift. A gifted curse.
But then, I suppose, it could always be worse.
That's right folks.
I've been bi-polar for some time, the result of an incident that took place before DA even existed.
The lows completely suck, but nothing can compare to the highs. It's just a matter of keeping myself going.
I've been bi-polar for some time, the result of an incident that took place before DA even existed.
The lows completely suck, but nothing can compare to the highs. It's just a matter of keeping myself going.
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Ah, I can't say that I feel you, but my lover's a bit bipolar he never really got tested, but um he has all the symptoms and his dad is ._. Anyway, that's irrelevant. I think that you um... expressed your feelings very well, that's how he says he feels like.
If you ever need someone to be there for you through your downs, you can note me anytime.
If you ever need someone to be there for you through your downs, you can note me anytime.