My bipolar is like riding a see-saw.
Just praying it’s not time to come down yet.
Not time to quit believing in myself.
Not time to be delusional yet.
Not time to spend the next few days crying.
Don’t let me hit the ground.
I don’t want to come down yet.
Sometimes I wonder; The tears I cry
Carrying such a hurt inside
Touch my soul and feel my pain
So when I die; It not be in vain.
All is calm in the midnight sky
Piano rifts drifts as clouds play by the moonlight
I watch them as they tantalize the stars
Serenity found in the dusk before dawn
All is just so calm.