When you wake up its there
Pop! out of nowhere
A sort of despair..

words rhyme
its time

This pain
Insaine
Depressed
Compressed
Wound till' snap
Can't take this crap
Shut off that brain
Pretend to be tame

No fun to be had
When you're  suddenly sad
This bipolar game
My life it does reign

I guess I cope
Just **** ****
And choke choke
Back the tears
And hidden fears
***** and ****
Are all I need

But its always there waiting
For my resolve to start fading