My brain has two sides,
and they’re always at war.
I cannot seek help,
I’m rotting from my core.

A feeling of mania
A longing to be free
I wish you’d see
that this isn’t me.

And after the mania
comes a wave of depression,
I try to be myself
try to fight this suppression.

I inhale my pain
and hold my breath,
until I can’t hold any more
and I’m walking with death.

Then I open my eyes
and days have passed by,
But I’m lost in myself
I was trapped inside.

My brain has two sides
I’m at war with myself.
I’m rotting from the inside out,
Please hear my cry for help.