Quick, while I can still think.
Please some one help me?

I think I need a drink.

My knuckles are bleeding,
My anger receading,

I wake up in a sweat,
my room is a mess.

What have I done?
There's too many regrets.

Some call it bi-polar
I prefer manic-depression
It fits us better with adequate expression
We live our life in swooping loops
We strive at our peak then it droops
And the doleful drudge is destitute
Until all progress stops and stoops
To a halt, face down in mud and roots

And then we rise
Called back to life by a guiding light held deep inside
Sorely self-aware, we work until we burst
Droll desperation, at our best when at our worst
"Wow you got your **** together you lost and soulless ruffian."
Then we hit our peak and it all starts back up again

I'm sleeping, or maybe it's a dream.
That everything is fine and you are exactly what you seem.
It would be different,  in another world i think.
If i were to able fly, but you force me to sink.
I'm drowning, I've forgotten to swim.
The lies you tell, like anchors, pull me down from within.
With my last breath, i need to say.
Everything I've never said, all my thoughts I've locked away.

So you think that you are perfect? Because thats what no one sees.
Take a look at the water, your reflection, you'll see what i mean.
Your lost, trying to stay afloat. I wish i were the wave that sinks your imaginary boat.

So while i'm drowning, asleep in the dark.
Please stop lying to yourself and pretending to have a heart.

She is water. Yet her eyes are the sea.
My fear of water is astounding.
My tension surmounting.
Maybe you are water
But i refuse to see.