Manic Depression: On the down-side
Broke...Scared...Depressed...Alone
I only want to be at home
No one seems to understand
There are no funds or back up plans
Feeling good can never last
Two good months and then I crash
All my plans and crazy schemes
Become sleepless nightmare dreams
Trying hard to face the days
Of anxious thoughts and downcast ways
Friends are tired of my calls
Or can not understand my fall
Beyond the place I can turn back
Slipping fast, one more attack
Losing months or maybe years
For my depression there's no cure
Is there not a place to go
Where feeling good won't lead to low?
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