I'm Bipolar, But I'm Not Crazy, And

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?

You," He Said, "are A Terribly Real Thing In A Terribly False World, And That, I Believe, Is Why You Are In So Much Pain.

What If I'm An Angel Without Wings To Take Me Home?

You're So Easy To Read But The Book Is Boring Me.

I Myself Am Not Afraid Of Ghosts; I Am Afraid Of People.