I've written lots of stuff about being bipolar but none I like as much as The Swing at bipolar Park.
So with out further adu =]
Back and forth I rock on this swing
With black
eyed angels; and we sing
A song so sad it tears me apart
So I swing forward into the dark.
Devoured by the shadows of this depression
So dark
I haven't the slightest sense of direction
Drowning within a blackened sea
As the waves they do devour me.
Now I swing back towards the blinding light
A train
of thoughts travels through the night
My mind losing its own lonely race
Thoughts come and go without a trace
So I swing harder back into the black
Dark clouds
roll in and thunder does crack
Its pouring rain in my mind
Weeks go by with no sunshine.
So one more time I go towards the light
Not knowing
which of these destinations is right
My mind becomes my own worst enemy
Creating its own source of misery.
So as I swing with all my might
My stomach becomes
filled with fright
Higher and higher my swing does fly
As my legs pump at a furious place.
As I swing as high as I can go
What I must do I
finally know
I reach for the sky, letting go of my swing
I plunge into the shadows.
