He’s up
He’s down
I sit and cry
What happened to
My sweet little boy
One minute I love you
The next he hits
There is no happy medium
By which he lives
A roller coaster ride
That does not stop
Turn off the ride
He wants to get off
A variety of pills
That should do the trick
But not one is helping
We’ve exhausted their list
What to do now
Someone has got to know
This Bipolar hell
Is taking my son
There is no place to hide
No place to run
He is trapped in this nightmare
He wants it to end
Each day he gets worse
He starts to defend
The thought that he’d
Be better off dead.