I'm shaking, I'm breaking, I'm falling apart. I've lost my spirit, my soul, I've lost my whole heart. I'm crying; I'm dying to reach out to you. I need you to know and understand what I'm going through. I have two sides, a down and an up. I crave more, I crave less, enough is never enough. I'm manic, but don't panic, this is when I'm most fun. But I'm also more reckless, I may hurt someone. I'm not one to cause trouble, or to get into fights. It's just that when I'm up, there is no wrong or right. No sedate me, vegetate me, try to bring me down. But you're not able to make me stable, so you drag me to the cold, damp ground. Now I'm depressed, I can't even rest because I am so sad. I'll act normal so no one knows it really is that bad. I'm a friendly person to talk you, but there are things I'll never tell you. Secrets I keep tucked away deep inside my mind. Now that you have met me, I pray you don't forget me. Would you like to help me learn how to live again?