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i see the world how it is.

i dont understand it at all.

one minute so happy

but turn away and i will surely cry.

there is no middle ground for me.

only high,

only so fucking low.

for once i would like neutrality.

it seems as though

i feel too much,

or i am numbed

by the ice in my heart.

last april was a prozac spring.

blossoming was my grin

in a garden so full of life

i had to weep.

when i returned

from this three month vacation,

i came home to a vacancy

so void of love

i had to weep.

the sky is darker

and the air cuts like a dagger.

the crackling of my lungs

reminds me of everything

i meant to forget.

my mania and i

are here to stay.

no matter how fast i run,

this cold, bitter stench won't go.

the warmth i feel so temperary,

just like your touch on my skin.

this rollarcoaster is picking up speed

and there is no way for anyone to catch me.