Bipolar?
Lost
Yes, it's become that time of year again.
That time of year I start crying...
and continue cutting.
Yes, it's that time of year again;
when I start thinking with a box around my brain,
and when I let myself tell me there's no one there.
Yes, it's that time of year again.
That time of year where I stare blindly at others and wish I were them...
and wish that everyone were me.
Yes, it's that time of year again;
where my heart is completely broken,
and my head is too dizzy to take it all in.
Yes, it's that time of year again.
That time of year I think everyone hates me...
and believe it's time to die.
Yes, it's that time of year again;
where every second seems as though it were an hour,
and every minute hurts worse than before.
Yes, it's that time of year again.
That time of year where I cry for your help...
and hold my hand over my mouth.
Yes, it's that time of year again;
where my heart beats painfully loud,
and everything just doesn't seem worth it.
It's that time of year again.
someone find me,
I'm lost once again.
-me