Two sides,

The low,

The high.

One wants to dig deep into the night;

the other wants to die

And until they’re stabled,

that’s your life.

Going too fast in the highs;

and drained in the lows.

And that’s how life goes.

And goes.

Obsessive thoughts persisting

about things you’re not resisting.

And then, turning it all away,

closing the shades,

and crying.

Feeling like you’re dying.

Sleeping but never finding

rest.

No hope for the best.

Just drowning in your sorrow.

Riding out the storm till tomorrow.

Rinse, repeat. 

Rinse, repeat.