I can sky rocket,
From a depressed teen,
To a throbbing spleen(a hyper teen),
But I can't stop it.

I could run,
For hours and hours,
Till my chest exploded,
No pun,
Intended.

I could live,
In bed all day,
Not give a shit,
About what way,
I fell.

Or I could just,
Kill myself,
And lie awake,
And still be fake.

Would you still ignore me,
If I jumped off a building,
Thinking I could fly,
Let out a birdie cry,
And would it sting,
If I ripped my wing,
And crashed to ground.

Would you care,
About this Manic Depression,
Would you be aware,
Of the pain inside,
All of this compression,
That I try to hide,
This Manic Depression,
Sky rockets inside,
Like a sinking ship full of helium,
Drains all of my pride.

Like a bee sting,
Blood flows out and I,
Watch with a widened eye,
Cut in a bodged up ring,
Shape with my curiosity and I,
Cannot see the point,
In standing still no more,
But why can I move?
Because the blood does pore,
From the wounds I drove,
Into my mind.
But any sanity I cannot find.

Would you be good,
For my health,
Like my pills should,
Drain my wealth,
But thanks to the NHS,
And their fraud,
I get them FREE!
Like a sword,
In my mind,
I see those pills,
Not helping,
Instead it kills,
Me to see,
Them fly away,
Through the air,
Unseen unto this day.

Are these getting longer?
These strips of words,
Am I getting stronger?
Like animal herds,
Could I be more wronger,
With these poems,
Are they getting crapper,
Like christmas cards,
Am I a slapper?
With a calling card,
Or an I INSANE,
With falling grace.

Would you care,
About this Manic Depression,
Would you be aware,
Of the pain inside,
All of this compression,
That I try to hide,
This Manic Depression,
Sky rockets inside,
Like a sinking ship full of helium,
Drains all of my pride.

There you go. I know it's rather crappy but oh well I was in an inspired
mood.:P