I'm manic depressive & i hate waking up.
Self-medication can be dangerous, but so what?
Paranoid of all people, perhaps a problem with trust.
as the love in my heart, scatters away like dust.
i would play all alone, because i don't have real friends.
everyone i ever trusted, where from my own make pretend.
Yesterdsay i was helpless & today i am so weak.
I've been sober from 3 days, but will relapse in a week.
My outsides still breath, but my insides are almost dead.
no regrets from my actions, or the words that i've said.
my children are Angels, but their daddy is a Beast.
I can't walk them to school, i eat their friends on the street.
I've been a Monster, bred amungst the elite,
like those under your bed, when you are asleep.
Even under the Sun, I dwell in the Dark.
To you, it may seem wrong, withing me it feels so right.
some vow to protect the daylight, i'd die to protect the nyght.
The good of my sooul, no longer exist.
This message is ART... & sealed with a kiss.