Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Manic Depression

Lying to ourselves to get through each day,
We try to find security,
Though we find none,
We look to each other for strength and though we try,
We always seem to fail

I must be a maniac,
Put me on some pills,
How can I keep a straight face,
When life just slits my throat,
And I gag as I try to breathe,
Choking for some sanity,
We drink it all in,
Drink till we die.


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