Depression is, living in a snowglobe.
Watching the world move around you.
While you're dealing with the guilt
of waking up disappointed for being alive.
Mania is just making up for lost time.

this day is yours
to love
to hope
to make beautiful things
to laugh
to start again
to make it what you want it to be
don't believe it is too late
to dream new dreams
to fall in love again
to wish upon a star
to be who you are

Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.

I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.