This man takes me up, and down. Like I'm on a rollercoaster.
Sometimes, he shows me all the good things in life and then that is all I see, but it gets dangerous.
He makes me so active, so hyper that I get angry so easily and hurt my friends.
He commits to things that I can't stick to.
He throws money around that I can't afford to loose.
And then there's the low part...
So he gets over the mania, but then comes the depression. When I cry because I need to, not because I'm sad.
When I cry because he makes me. When I smile because he makes me.
It's just an endless cycle of updownupdownupdownupdown.
But the worst thing is I can't stop it.
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Poëzie//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
