Manic/ Depressive Rant ( look away )

Once I had it
For a few weeks
Like simply flipping a switch

The words would simply flow
As if they already knew the order
In which they belonged

Now, nothing
I'm simply too busy
The Muse eludes me

I guess I could always fall back
On a story about the times
I've had my heart torn from my chest

But I simply don't feel
Like whining and complaining
Although, it's always on my mind

Such scars don't easily heal
But I believe it happened for a reason
After all, everything happens for a reason

I'm still not entirely sure why
But it definitely changed my perspective
On the nature of women

Or, mayhaps I could write
About the time I lost sight
In my right eye

At a very young age
But, once again
Pity is the last thing I want

I'm content
To live out tye rest of my days
Misery, my only true friend

At times, im such an asshole
That I find
I can't even stand myself

It really is no wonder I lost all my friends
Nobody wants to be around someone
Who seems to suck all the energy out of the room

That's the depressive me
Other times, the manic side comes out to play
Everyone seems drawn to this guy

His confidence in any situation
Is almost god-like
And people never know what to expect from him

He just might punch someone in the mouth
Simply for looking at him
The wrong way

People seem to respond to him better
For some reason
Although, I think he's an asshole

He often spits out racial slurs
In social situations
Just to gauge a reaction from people

Or he might just steal some stupid shit
From the mall
That he doesn't even want, or need

But me, I'm perfectly fine
To wallow in my own despair
And revel in the suffering of others

Guess I'm just an asshole, deep down
I like to watch things die
From a good, safe distance