My body is like lead but my mind is a runaway train, speeding out of control.
Mania.
My mom always get so worried that I might be bipolar rather than just having unipolar depression. She would speak of it as the end of the world.
But what does it matter?
Either way I've got a bomb in my brain, waiting to blast me unawares.
I tried breathing slow, but my heart is thumping like mad.
There are some things you just can't control.
Slow me down. Bring me to life.
Not the dizzy dance that borders on hysteria.
Don't make a playground out of my head.
I just wanna live.