No need to Cry.

I’ve sat here before
on the verge of death
pondering the thought
of leaving this all behind

then I think of you,
but your not here anymore
to save me

what is the point
reaching for someone
who is never there.

the ups and downs
I try to explain,
the way I feel
the possible fact
of bi-polar crosses my mind

normal is all I want to be
no need to reach for my blade
no need to reach for a hand
that’s never here.

the pondering is done
one more goodbye

but no need to cry
you'll see me again
in a dream.

you'll hear my voice
as I yell down to you from way up high.