Its funny how I am happy one minute
Then another I have reached my limit
On a monday I am scared and confused
On a Tuesday I am super amused
On a Wednesday the person i was yesterday is gone
And i become woebegone
Sometimes all I do is cry
Other times my feelings intensify
On a Thursday I am corrupted
I feel easily addicted
In the blink of an eye i become mean
Split seconds later I am hardly seen
On a friday I am suicidal
Then i become homicidal
I guess you can call me bipolar

If you go outside at night
After the world has gone to sleep,
You can hear the Planet sigh
Pained by the secrets that She keeps.
The Wind sings a different song
Than the ones you hear by day,
As though it’s choking on the words
That we’re too afraid to say.
They don’t wonder about the problems
That are melted in Her core,
And that it’s packed so close to bursting
She can’t hold it for much more.
For how can they see Her weakness
When they’ve known something so strong,
When she weeps, and they can’t hear it,
Does it mean there’s something wrong?

breathe in,
breathe out --
life will shine
one day,
one time.

There is a place on the edge of town,
It's small, it's dark, it will bring you down.
People go there when the clock strikes twelve,
Never again will you see them alive.

It is an old hospital,
For the asylum seekers,
Abandoned and neglected
Just like the reapers,

People will tell you of the screams that can be heard,
From all of the patients that died here.
You will want to run,
But the walls will close,
Keeping you there,
In the asylums doors,

But don't be scared, and don't be alarmed,
You've joined the group,
Of mentally harmed.

Everything
that makes me happy - makes you sad
Everything
I believe in - is not important for you
Everything
I want for the future - scare you
Everything
I make - never complete you
Everything
I like - is not a priority for you
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How can you love everything I am if you don’t understand anything I think.