A Life Filled With Strife

Some days high,
Some days low.
What will be,
I never know.

Being sick in my head,
Sometimes it’s hard to deal,
Sometimes I want to be dead,
Sometimes I don’t know what’s real.

Lock me up for a time,
So they all can look,
See if I know what’s mine,
Then write it in a book.

Sometimes so low,
I just can’t see,
How can I ever go,
And be the real me.

Sometimes I get so high,
I feel I’m up on top,
I never really know why,
It ever has to stop.

Up and down for all my life,
I’ve known no other way,
I make my way through the strife,
And live another day.

– van –

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