Tortured Bipolar Soul

the demons of doom controlling my thinking
I'm stuck in black sand steadily sinking

a sickness of the mind, powerless I lay here
the waves of emotion is what I most fear

in a flash filled with rage, can knock you off your feet
and yet at my highest, so kind and so sweet

you want me, you got me, addiction like cigarettes
turn me into a heartless monster, filled with regrets

I love you, I hate you, I can't make up my mind
relationships are intense, short, and so hard to find

violent mind with restless depression
alone, scared and miserable in this condition

I don't understand these emotions I cannot share
crushed in my own personal hell with no room to spare

extreme ups and downs, can't I just exist?
the easy way out is what I must resist