Emotions
Many emotions race through my heart,
I feel like my world is falling apart,
No matter how hard I fight.
My hopes and my dreams I will always have.
The pain and the suffering are always there.
I really wish I could just wake up
And Manic Depression would be history.
Happiness is different there.
Sorrow and depression overcome me.
The harder I fight, the more I feel I lose.
Life as a manic depressed person is nothing
But a pure living hell.
O God, why does this have to happen to me?
I never did ask for this problem that I bear.
All I can do is fight each and every day to deal.
My body becomes this overly emotional person,
Fighting an endless battle I can never win.
My thoughts and my dreams are shattered,
I fight within myself every day.
Still I struggle along, searching for some answers,
Searching for something that can mend me.
I will never ever give up the fight
For being just like everyone else.
I am trying so hard to start a new life and a new beginning,
But things are not so easy when you are not just perfect
Like everyone else around you.
God does not make junk, and he loves me just the same.
Why can't other people see what he sees as he looks down at me?