Manic Depressive Poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow

Manic Depressive



Day to night and back to day
You know I'll never be okay
Its manic or I'll be depressed
Asking why is a waste of breath
You can never know which state I'm in
Most people can tell by the state of my sin
So trust me on this now or trust me never
Being alive is an endless endeavor

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