Our brains are sick, but that's okay

Phases

I go through phases sometimes.
It's like everything is well
And good
But then other days
The storm rolls in
And so do the urges
Sometimes I feel like I'm on top of the world
Filled with desires
And wishes
To fulfill within my life
But other days I find myself struggling to stay alive
I ponder
that if I was gone
Would anyone truly care?
Would anyone miss me?
Would they miss that I'm there?
Then they come in
And tell me that I'm loved
And that I mean something to them
Something blossoms into a bigger something that gives me hope
And dear lord do I hope that it doesn't get crushed
In the hand of the dark thoughts that plague my mind
Hopefully
I can stay alive