Maybe i can write a poem about my depression; Or maybe it’s better if i speak in a singsong about my anxiety;
Or maybe, even better, if i dance to the rhytm of my bIpolar disOrder.
My sunshine, it reaches no mortal. My brightness, it cannot be seen through time lost. My love, it is deeper than oceans, more than a notion passing.
I have loved you longer than anyone can see. I feel you standing beside me, but inside my heart cries. Eyes can only gaze so far, but I see you across the stars.
Now I’m falling, and there is no one there to catch me. It was you. It was always you.
There is good in me. Yes, there still is good in me. It’s you.