Manic Depressive

I am soaked in tears,

and ridden by fears.

So sad in despair,

having these dreams of a nightmare.

Honestly looking forward to fall,

being freed from it all.

Cause with these screams in my head

death is no threat.


But then the alarm starts to sing

alongside the morning of spring.

The colds withdraw,

revealing all the warmth from things I oversaw.

Now I can find the distinction

between love and addiction,

while also finding some faith beyond this fiction.


I’m happy and ready,

for the next cold winter

when my hopes will once again, inevitably splinter.