Bipolar *

Sometimes I feel,

As if I am in a downward spiral,

Going deep into the dark abyss,

With little hope for return.

Other times I feel,

As if I am in a dark cavern,

Trapped inside,

And I am screaming for the light,

Or for someone to rescue me.

I cannot stop,

The downward spiral,

Nor can I stop myself,

From going into,

The dark cavern.

I wish I could,

Stay in the light,

And be happy,

But the darkness always grabs me,

And drags me down again.

Every time I reach the light,

I fall back in the darkness again,

And thus the circle,

Stays unbroken.