My bipolarity has lead me to no truth
Just mixed emotions and no thoughts of a you
No thoughts of a me, life, death or rebirth
I am otherwise blessed with a curse
Can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t even begin
My start is at the exact same point as my end
Nothing even matters
All care is lost
I’ll still seek a successful future
But these hopes are store bought
I wish it would rear its ugly face south
I feel every nothing from my toes to my mouth
In the middle of the compass
The magnet has yet to guide me
And joy right now seems just too unlikely.