Sometimes.
I feel so high.
Into the sky.
I can fly forever,
and do anything.
Until suddenly I crash.
Into the ground.
I can feel my world,
come crashing down.
And all the times in between.
I am angry, bitter, numb.
I'm so tired of being tossed around.
Always thrown up, and down.
This Mental-Hurricane.
It's beyond my control!
All these highs,
and all these lows.
What's to keep me from just letting go?
It's always the late night fighting.
The morning after apologizing.
Bridges burning, people laughing,
and all the times between.
So drugged. So lost. So numb.
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