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Will I fly?

Don't know where I'm going
Only half of where I've been
I'm sinking in this quicksand
Past my neck in sin

One minute I'm flying high
Feeling good and loving life
The next I'm crying "why?"
With my throat pressed to a knife

Is what I see what really is?
Do the benefits outweigh the risks?

I don't think I can think anymore
My mind seems confused
You'd think after so many years
I'd be used to this self abuse

I don't even have good days or bad
I live moment to moment
Jumping from happy to sad

I'm running toward the cliff
Gonna jump to the sky
But the question is,
Will I fly?

Written by Kaden_Malis

(Kaden Malis)

Published 19th Jul 2020

Author's Note

Have you ever been on a roller coaster? But this time is just your mind going for the ride. That's one way to describe the extreme highs and lows of bipolar or manic depressive or anything else you want to call it.