My mind explodes in pain
It’s like a volcanic eruption
I know that I am not sane
And my life is an interruption
The prophets foretold my death
On a lonely street in a distant city
The madmen screamed ‘till I was deaf
Then the hospital committed me
Locked inside the psych ward
My mind began to calm
The medicine restored
My senses like a healing balm
After mania comes the crash
An inevitable depression follows
My self-regard is smashed
Inside I feel quite hollow
I hope it won’t happen again
But there’s a good chance it might
The harrowing descent
Into madness is such a fright
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