I'm so tired of this, whatever it is
And god keeps pulling leaves off my tree
The obsession of trying to be happy isn't helping this
I would love to be and feel free
Some of you shall call it bipolar
Promise you this is just behavior abnormally
Just can't , couldn't win this war
And my love will be 6 feet underground formally
Whenever we were at this "special yellow cafe"
Babe you made this shitty depression go away
Appreciated the fact you didn't use me like a trey
Once this decision was made there was no way
I chose my life to be sacrificed during the sunrise
Perhaps you will feel how I felt when I was alive.
Author Notes: this poem was written by stormyzaza which is me :) Hope you guys enjoy and feel this poem.