I Miss The Mania The chaos and screaming Still resides in my head Minutes spent hanging I was so close to dead Blood stained bath tubs Deep enough to drown Going from manic And coming back down Climbing on roof tops Leaping across to be free Ending up back inside They always caught me So I may be bipolar And I may be a bitch But there's one little thing This one tiny itch I won't let it go I won't let it leave I'll stop my meds soon Maybe they'll grieve But they should rejoice As I won't be dead I miss the mania So I'll be manic instead
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