Manic Depression

*If you like this, you might like my other poem titled 'bipolar'. They are the same thing, but written differently.*

I have the lowest of lows,
And the highest of highs,
Sometimes I wanna live forever,
Yet the next day, I just want to die.

It's like being on mount everest,
With such a beautiful view of such a beautiful place,
Then falling all the way down,
To the base, where all of those thoughts are erased.

Someone has my feelings,
They are throwing them around,
They mock me by throwing them up in the air,
Then slamming them down to the ground.

With the highs come
Love, laughter and bliss,
With the lows come
Hatred, tears and a death wish.